mentation. But every other reader for whom, strictly speaking, I had goaded myself almostday and night during this time, would understand nearly nothing. During this commonreading, by the way, I enlightened myself for the first time with regard to the particular formin which it would be necessary to write in order that it might be accessible to theunderstanding of everyone. So, when I had clarified all this to myself, there just thenappeared before me, in all its splendor and full majesty, the question of my health.Above everything else, there then flowed in my consciousness the following thoughts: If allthis, which was written during three or four years of almost unceasing day and night work,were to be rewritten from the beginning in another form more accessible to theunderstanding of every reader, at least the same length of time would be required. . . . Buttime is needed for the exposition of the second and third series; and time will be alsonecessary for introducing into practical life the essence of these writings of mine. . . . Butwhere can so much time be obtained? . . . If my time depended solely upon me I could, of course, rewrite all this anew. Moreover, from the very beginning of this new writing, I wouldacquire the certainty of a peaceful end, for now, knowing how to write, I could fully expectthat at least after my death the principal aims of my life would certainly be realized. But,due to all kinds of accumulated consequences of my past life, it so happens that just nowmy time depends not upon me but exclusively upon the "self-willed" Archangel Gabriel.And indeed there remains to me but one or two or perhaps, at the most, three years moreof life. Concerning this, that is, that I have soon to die, any one of hundreds of physician-specialists knowing me can now confirm. Besides this, I myself in my past life had not invain been known as a good, above the average, diagnostician. Not for nothing had Iduring my life held many conversations with thousands of candidates for a speedydeparture from this world.It would, strictly speaking, even be unnatural if it were not so . . . For the processes of theinvolution of my health during my past life had proceeded many times more rapidly andintensively than the processes of its evolution. In fact, all the functions of my organismwhich previously had been, as my friends said, "steel-cast," had gradually degenerated,so that at the present moment due to constant overworking not one of them was, evenrelatively, functioning properly. This is not at all to be wondered at. ... Even withoutconsidering the many other events unusual in human experience which had taken place inthe accidentally peculiar pattern of my past life, it would be enough to recall that strangeand inexplicable destiny pursuing me, which consisted in my having been wounded threetimes in quite different circumstances, each time almost mortally and each time by a straybullet. If the full significance of only these three incidents were comprehended, whichinevitably implanted ineffaceable results in my body, one could understand that they inthemselves were sufficient to have caused my final end long ago.The first of these three incomprehensible fateful events happened in 1896, on the island of Crete, one year before the Greco-Turkish War. From there, while still unconscious, I wasbrought, I don't know why, by some unknown Greeks to Jerusalem. Soon, withconsciousness returned, although with my health not yet quite restored, I in the companyof other—just such as myself— "seekers of pearls in manure" set out from Jeru-
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