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the story of mankind-第52章

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with the people of India and of China。 They knew of course

that Christianity was not the only religion on this earth。 There

were the Mohammedans and the heathenish tribes of northern

Africa who worshipped sticks and stones and dead trees。 But

in India and in China the Christian conquerors found new

millions who had never heard of Christ and who did not want

to hear of Him; because they thought their own religion; which

was thousands of years old; much better than that of the West。

As this is a story of mankind and not an exclusive history of

the people of Europe and our western hemisphere; you ought

to know something of two men whose teaching and whose

example continue to influence the actions and the thoughts

of the majority of our fellow…travellers on this earth。



In India; Buddha was recognised as the great religious

teacher。 His history is an interesting one。 He was born in

the Sixth Century before the birth of Christ; within sight of the

mighty Himalaya Mountains; where four hundred years before

Zarathustra (or Zoroaster); the first of the great leaders of

the Aryan race (the name which the Eastern branch of the

Indo…European race had given to itself); had taught his people

to regard life as a continuous struggle between Ahriman;

and Ormuzd; the Gods of Evil and Good。 Buddha's

father was Suddhodana; a mighty chief among the tribe of the

Sakiyas。 His mother; Maha Maya; was the daughter of a

neighbouring king。 She had been married when she was a very

young girl。 But many moons had passed beyond the distant

ridge of hills and still her husband was without an heir who

should rule his lands after him。 At last; when she was fifty

years old; her day came and she went forth that she might be

among her own people when her baby should come into this

world。



It was a long trip to the land of the Koliyans; where Maha

Maya had spent her earliest years。 One night she was resting

among the cool trees of the garden of Lumbini。 There her son

was born。 He was given the name of Siddhartha; but we know

him as Buddha; which means the Enlightened One。



In due time; Siddhartha grew up to be a handsome young

prince and when he was nineteen years old; he was married to

his cousin Yasodhara。 During the next ten years he lived

far away from all pain and all suffering; behind the protecting

walls of the royal palace; awaiting the day when he should

succeed his father as King of the Sakiyas。



But it happened that when he was thirty years old; he drove

outside of the palace gates and saw a man who was old and

worn out with labour and whose weak limbs could hardly carry

the burden of life。 Siddhartha pointed him out to his coachman;

Channa; but Channa answered that there were lots of

poor people in this world and that one more or less did not

matter。 The young prince was very sad but he did not say

anything and went back to live with his wife and his father

and his mother and tried to be happy。 A little while later he

left the palace a second time。 His carriage met a man who

suffered from a terrible disease。 Siddhartha asked Channa

what had been the cause of this man's suffering; but the coachman

answered that there were many sick people in this world

and that such things could not be helped and did not matter

very much。 The young prince was very sad when he heard this

but again he returned to his people。



A few weeks passed。 One evening Siddhartha ordered his

carriage in order to go to the river and bathe。 Suddenly his

horses were frightened by the sight of a dead man whose rotting

body lay sprawling in the ditch beside the road。 The young

prince; who had never been allowed to see such things; was

frightened; but Channa told him not to mind such trifles。 The

world was full of dead people。 It was the rule of life that all

things must come to an end。 Nothing was eternal。 The grave

awaited us all and there was no escape。



That evening; when Siddhartha returned to his home; he

was received with music。 While he was away his wife had

given birth to a son。 The people were delighted because now

they knew that there was an heir to the throne and they

celebrated the event by the beating of many drums。 Siddhartha;

however; did not share their joy。 The curtain of life had been

lifted and he had learned the horror of man's existence。 The

sight of death and suffering followed him like a terrible dream。



That night the moon was shining brightly。 Siddhartha

woke up and began to think of many things。 Never again

could he be happy until he should have found a solution to the

riddle of existence。 He decided to find it far away from all

those whom he loved。 Softly he went into the room where

Yasodhara was sleeping with her baby。 Then he called for

his faithful Channa and told him to follow。



Together the two men went into the darkness of the night;

one to find rest for his soul; the other to be a faithful servant

unto a beloved master。



The people of India among whom Siddhartha wandered for

many years were just then in a state of change。 Their ancestors;

the native Indians; had been conquered without great difficulty

by the war…like Aryans (our distant cousins) and thereafter

the Aryans had been the rulers and masters of tens of

millions of docile little brown men。 To maintain themselves in

the seat of the mighty; they had divided the population into

different classes and gradually a system of ‘‘caste'' of the most

rigid sort had been enforced upon the natives。 The descendants

of the Indo…European conquerors belonged to the highest

‘‘caste;'' the class of warriors and nobles。 Next came the caste

of the priests。 Below these followed the peasants and the

business men。 The ancient natives; however; who were called

Pariahs; formed a class of despised and miserable slaves and

never could hope to be anything else。



Even the religion of the people was a matter of caste。 The

old Indo…Europeans; during their thousands of years of

wandering; had met with many strange adventures。 These had

been collected in a book called the Veda。 The language of

this book was called Sanskrit; and it was closely related to the

different languages of the European continent; to Greek and

Latin and Russian and German and two…score others。 The

three highest castes were allowed to read these holy scriptures。

The Pariah; however; the despised member of the lowest caste;

was not permitted to know its contents。 Woe to the man of

noble or priestly caste who should teach a Pariah to study the

sacred volume!



The majority of the Indian people; therefore; lived in

misery。 Since this planet offered them very little joy; salvation

from suffering must be found elsewhere。 They tried to

derive a little consolation from meditation upon the bliss of

their future existence。



Brahma; the all…creator who was regarded by the Indian

people as the supreme ruler of life and death; was worshipped

as the highest ideal of perfection。 To become
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