I recently read a book by Mark Twain. It is called The Mysterious Stranger. In the story a nice boy comes to a sixteenth century Austrian village. It turns out that the boy is called Satan and he claims to be an angel. However, he is not particularly kind to the townspeople. Nor is he really mean to them either. He just does not care about them one way or the other.
After he comes into the story bad things start to happen. Not that they never happened before, they did, but after he arrived, they occurred on a much larger scale than before. On the very first day, Satan lets the desperate priest find a wallet full of money. The clergyman thinks that his problems are finally over and pays off his debt as well as putting away some money for safekeeping. All seems to be going well until someone accuses the vicar of having stolen the money. He goes to jail.
Satan promises to get the poor man out and even adds to the promise that after he is freed he will live happily ever after. Satan keeps his promise. The priest is acquitted at the trial. However, Satan goes to him in jail and tells him things did not go so well; he was disgraced as a thief and the old minister gets mad and believes that he is an emperor and starts ordering everyone about. He does live happily ever after, Satan said, why should anyone care that he is a lunatic?
But even though no good came from Satan’s deeds the boys all adore him.
The story reminded me of some country that I must have heard about somewhere. The people were doing relatively well and seemed to be rather happy. Some research indicated that they might indeed be the happiest people in the world! Then a number of nice men came to town, perhaps some of them lived in town all along, but these nice young and older men started to distribute money by the buckets.
At first people became very happy with all this money flowing in, but then they were filled with misery, because some people got more money than others, so everyone demanded more. No matter how much money rolled in it was never enough. But the golden boys who brought the money in were adored and praised by all. No one had ever seen or heard of such genius, wit and wisdom..
Suddenly the flow of money stopped, and even worse, the money disappeared. People couldn’t believe this had really happened. That these very generous, kind and wise men had let this happened. There had to be some mistake.
Some people went to jail, others died, a few lost their marbles.
But the nice men lost nothing and they did not care about what happened to others. They did not like the others or hate them. They were indifferent.
I wandered if these two tales were really one. But that’s hard to fathom, Mark Twain died a hundred years ago and I was born almost fifty years after that.
Then I came to the end of Twains’ book. Satan explains to the storyteller that he should not worry about all the misery that he has seen. Because, in reality, nothing happened. All the story, indeed all life, is just a figment of the main character’s imagination.
“It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought, a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!”
He vanished and left me appalled; for I knew, and realized, that all he had said was true.
And I understood that this was also true of my story. And now you also know the simple truth.