"All my life I wanted it not to be only words. I lived because I did not want it to be. Even now every day I want it to be not words."
"Well, every one seeks to be where he is best off. The fish... that is, every one seeks his own comfort, that"s all. That"s been a commonplace for ages and ages."
"Comfort, do you say?"
"Oh, it"s not worth while quarrelling over words."
"No, you were right in what you said; let it be comfort. G.o.d is necessary and so must exist."
"Well, that"s all right, then."
"But I know He doesn"t and can"t."
"That"s more likely."
"Surely you must understand that a man with two such ideas can"t go on living?"
"Must shoot himself, you mean?"
"Surely you must understand that one might shoot oneself for that alone? You don"t understand that there may be a man, one man out of your thousands of millions, one man who won"t bear it and does not want to."
"All I understand is that you seem to be hesitating.... That"s very bad."
"Stavrogin, too, is consumed by an idea," Kirillov said gloomily, pacing up and down the room. He had not noticed the previous remark.
"What?" Pyotr Stepanovitch p.r.i.c.ked up his ears. "What idea? Did he tell you something himself?"
"No, I guessed it myself: if Stavrogin has faith, he does not believe that he has faith. If he hasn"t faith, he does not believe that he hasn"t."
"Well, Stavrogin has got something else worse than that in his head," Pyotr Stepanovitch muttered peevishly, uneasily watching the turn the conversation had taken and the pallor of Kirillov.
"d.a.m.n it all, he won"t shoot himself!" he was thinking. "I always suspected it; it"s a maggot in the brain and nothing more; what a rotten lot of people!"
"You are the last to be with me; I shouldn"t like to part on bad terms with you," Kirillov vouchsafed suddenly.
Pyotr Stepanovitch did not answer at once. "d.a.m.n it all, what is it now?" he thought again.
"I a.s.sure you, Kirillov, I have nothing against you personally as a man, and always..."
"You are a scoundrel and a false intellect. But I am just the same as you are, and I will shoot myself while you will remain living."
"You mean to say, I am so abject that I want to go on living."
He could not make up his mind whether it was judicious to keep up such a conversation at such a moment or not, and resolved "to be guided by circ.u.mstances." But the tone of superiority and of contempt for him, which Kirillov had never disguised, had always irritated him, and now for some reason it irritated him more than ever-possibly because Kirillov, who was to die within an hour or so (Pyotr Stepanovitch still reckoned upon this), seemed to him, as it were, already only half a man, some creature whom he could not allow to be haughty.
"You seem to be boasting to me of your shooting yourself."
"I"ve always been surprised at every one"s going on living," said Kirillov, not hearing his remark.
"H"m! Admitting that"s an idea, but..."
"You ape, you a.s.sent to get the better of me. Hold your tongue; you won"t understand anything. If there is no G.o.d, then I am G.o.d."
"There, I could never understand that point of yours: why are you G.o.d?"
"If G.o.d exists, all is His will and from His will I cannot escape. If not, it"s all my will and I am bound to show self-will."
"Self-will? But why are you bound?"
"Because all will has become mine. Can it be that no one in the whole planet, after making an end of G.o.d and believing in his own will, will dare to express his self-will on the most vital point? It"s like a beggar inheriting a fortune and being afraid of it and not daring to approach the bag of gold, thinking himself too weak to own it. I want to manifest my self-will. I may be the only one, but I"ll do it."
"Do it by all means."
"I am bound to shoot myself because the highest point of my self-will is to kill myself with my own hands."
"But you won"t be the only one to kill yourself; there are lots of suicides."
"With good cause. But to do it without any cause at all, simply for self-will, I am the only one."
"He won"t shoot himself," flashed across Pyotr Stepanovitch"s mind again.
"Do you know," he observed irritably, "if I were in your place I should kill some one else to show my self-will, not myself. You might be of use. I"ll tell you whom, if you are not afraid. Then you needn"t shoot yourself to-day, perhaps. We may come to terms."
"To kill some one would be the lowest point of self-will, and you show your whole soul in that. I am not you: I want the highest point and I"ll kill myself."
"He"s come to it of himself," Pyotr Stepanovitch muttered malignantly.
"I am bound to show my unbelief," said Kirillov, walking about the room. "I have no higher idea than disbelief in G.o.d. I have all the history of mankind on my side. Man has done nothing but invent G.o.d so as to go on living, and not kill himself; that"s the whole of universal history up till now. I am the first one in the whole history of mankind who would not invent G.o.d. Let them know it once for all."
"He won"t shoot himself," Pyotr Stepanovitch thought anxiously.
"Let whom know it?" he said, egging him on. "It"s only you and me here; you mean Liputin?"
"Let every one know; all will know. There is nothing secret that will not be made known. He said so."
And he pointed with feverish enthusiasm to the image of the Saviour, before which a lamp was burning. Pyotr Stepanovitch lost his temper completely.
"So you still believe in Him, and you"ve lighted the lamp; "to be on the safe side," I suppose?"
The other did not speak.
"Do you know, to my thinking, you believe perhaps more thoroughly than any priest."
"Believe in whom? In Him? Listen." Kirillov stood still, gazing before him with fixed and ecstatic look. "Listen to a great idea: there was a day on earth, and in the midst of the earth there stood three crosses. One on the Cross had such faith that he said to another, "To-day thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The day ended; both died and pa.s.sed away and found neither Paradise nor resurrection. His words did not come true. Listen: that Man was the loftiest of all on earth, He was that which gave meaning to life. The whole planet, with everything on it, is mere madness without that Man. There has never been any like Him before or since, never, up to a miracle. For that is the miracle, that there never was or never will be another like Him. And if that is so, if the laws of nature did not spare even Him, have not spared even their miracle and made even Him live in a lie and die for a lie, then all the planet is a lie and rests on a lie and on mockery. So then, the very laws of the planet are a lie and the vaudeville of devils. What is there to live for? Answer, if you are a man."
"That"s a different matter. It seems to me you"ve mixed up two different causes, and that"s a very unsafe thing to do. But excuse me, if you are G.o.d? If the lie were ended and if you realised that all the falsity comes from the belief in that former G.o.d?"
"So at last you understand!" cried Kirillov rapturously. "So it can be understood if even a fellow like you understands. Do you understand now that the salvation for all consists in proving this idea to every one? Who will prove it? I! I can"t understand how an atheist could know that there is no G.o.d and not kill himself on the spot. To recognise that there is no G.o.d and not to recognise at the same instant that one is G.o.d oneself is an absurdity, else one would certainly kill oneself. If you recognise it you are sovereign, and then you won"t kill yourself but will live in the greatest glory. But one, the first, must kill himself, for else who will begin and prove it? So I must certainly kill myself, to begin and prove it. Now I am only a G.o.d against my will and I am unhappy, because I am bound to a.s.sert my will. All are unhappy because all are afraid to express their will. Man has. .h.i.therto been so unhappy and so poor because he has been afraid to a.s.sert his will in the highest point and has shown his self-will only in little things, like a schoolboy. I am awfully unhappy, for I"m awfully afraid. Terror is the curse of man.... But I will a.s.sert my will, I am bound to believe that I don"t believe. I will begin and will make an end of it and open the door, and will save. That"s the only thing that will save mankind and will re-create the next generation physically; for with his present physical nature man can"t get on without his former G.o.d, I believe. For three years I"ve been seeking for the attribute of my G.o.dhead and I"ve found it; the attribute of my G.o.dhead is self-will! That"s all I can do to prove in the highest point my independence and my new terrible freedom. For it is very terrible. I am killing myself to prove my independence and my new terrible freedom."