Chapter 133 2 Talking about the monastery from historical facts

Monasticism is reprehensible from the point of view of history, reason and truth. A monastery, if it develops too much in a country, becomes an encumbrance to action, a stumbling institution, a center of indolence where it should be a center of labor.To the vast human society, monastic groups are just like parasites on the oak tree and tumors on the human body.Their prosperity and fatness are the barrenness of the place.Monasticism is good for an early culture, it reduces the habit of violence in the spiritual side, but it is harmful when the people are full of energy.And when it has decayed, when it has passed into corruption, as in endless instances, all that made it beneficial in its time of purity, become harmful to it.

The monastic system had fulfilled its historic mission.The monastery is useful for the initial formation of modern culture, but it can also hinder its growth and even poison its development.From the point of view of the way of organizing and educating people, the monastery was good in the tenth century, problematic in the fifteenth century, and disgusting in the nineteenth century.After centuries of Italy and Spain, the splendor of Europe and the splendor of Europe, the leprosy of priesthood had penetrated the marrow of those two splendid nations, in our time those two eminent peoples were only Recovery began only during that healthy and vigorous treatment in 1789.

The monastery, especially the ancient nunnery, as it continued to exist in Italy, Austria, and Spain at the beginning of this century, is indeed a most tragic expression of the Middle Ages.The monastery, this kind of monastery, is the concentration point of all kinds of horrors.A true Catholic monastery is completely filled with the black light of death. The most dismal are the Spanish monasteries, where altars, as big as cathedrals and as tall as pagodas, reach to dark heights, with smoky arches, and shadowy vaults; There are countless tall and large white crucifixes hanging by iron chains in the center; there are tall and naked Christs, all carved out of ivory, and displayed on ebony stands; those images are not only bloody, And it is bloody and bloody, both ugly and rich, with white bones exposed at the elbow, skin exposed on the patella, and flesh and blood in the wound, wearing a silver crown of thorns, nailed to the cross with gold nails, and a cluster of rubies carved on the forehead. Beads of blood, with teardrops made of diamonds in their eyes.Diamonds and rubies seem to be wet. Some women wear veils, their waists are bruised all over by felt underwear and whips made of iron needles, their breasts are tightly bound by wicker nets, and their knees are bloody from praying. Flowing, weeping in the darkness under the statues, those mortal women who pretended to be god's wives, ghosts who pretended to be celestial maidens.What are those women thinking?No.Do you want something?No.Do you have love?No.Is it alive?no.Their nerves have become bones, and their bones have become tiles.Their veils are woven by Night.The breath beneath their veils was like the nameless misery of the dead.The abbess of the monastery, a demon, sanctifies them, frightens them.The Holy Lord is above them, cold.That was the face of the old Spanish convents.Cruel ascetic dens, fire pits for virgins, unreasonable places.

Spain, which believes in Catholicism, is even worse than Rome.Spanish monasteries are typical of Catholic monasteries.It has an oriental appeal.The Archbishop, the head of the eunuchs in the kingdom of heaven, he sealed off heavily and watched closely the harem left for God.Nuns are concubines, priests are eunuchs.Believers with deep hatred are often chosen in dreams and are favored by Christ.At night, the naked and beautiful boy came down from the cross, so the quiet room was intoxicated.The sultan's concubine who regarded the man on the cross as a sultan was imprisoned by high walls, and she was not allowed to have a little joy in life.It's not a rule to look out of the wall. "Basement" instead of a leather bag.What the east throws into the sea, the west throws into the pit.The women in the east and the west are equally distressed, one side is the waves, the other is the loess, where the water is flooded, and the other side is covered with soil, it is unique and tragic.

To this day, the ancient people, when they cannot deny those things, are determined to laugh them off, and there is a strange and convenient way to obliterate the revelation of history, distort the criticism of philosophy, and cover up all annoying things. facts and ambiguities."That's a good subject for rhetoric," said the nimble man; "It's a rhetoric," said the fool: "So Rousseau was a rhetorician, and Voltaire a master in the question of Callas, Lavale, and Sylvain." A smooth talker.I don't know who has recently invented that Tacitus was a rhetoric and Nero was slandered, and there is no doubt that we should sympathize with "that poor Olephe."

Fact is not easily repelled, it is unshakable.The author of this book has been to Vilay Abbey, eight miles away from Brussels, which is the epitome of the Middle Ages before everyone's eyes. , I have seen four stone dungeons half underground and half underwater.That is the so-called "basement".In each of these dungeons there remained an iron door, a cesspit, and a barred ventilation hole, which was two feet above the river outside the wall and six feet above the ground inside.Four feet of river water flowed outside the wall.The ground is wet all year round.Those who live in the "basement" use the wet soil as a couch.In one of those dungeons there remained a section of a neck fetter fixed in the stone wall; in another a kind of square box made of four pieces of granite was seen, not long enough for a person to lie down on. , not tall enough for a person to stand upright.Back then, someone put a living person there, and covered it with a stone slab.That's real.Everyone can see it, everyone can touch it.Those "basements", those dungeons, those iron gates, those shackles, the ventilation holes that are opened high, but the river flows through the holes, and the stone slab boxes with granite covers, don't they? Graves where the dead are buried only for the living, that muddy floor, that cesspit, that flooded wall, can these things talk eloquently!