To the silent Red

 

    There was a great and respected professor who had introduced "Narrative" to the Korea and studied it during a long time. One day, the professor tried to read the Immanuel Kant's texts, the German philosopher. Like any other person(who wanted to read Kant's texts), he started with "The critic of pure reason". At first, he read the "Preface", and read the second volume's preface. Nothing was special or new. But because it was just a preface, he never worried.

    Then he started reading the text's first chapter. When he read the first page, he couldn't comprehend it very well, so he read it again. But he still couldn't comprehend it. He made ceaseless efforts to beat the Kant. But failed again, over and over he did it again. Eventually he threw it out and shouted,

    "How crazy the dog bark. He is a crazy mad man like a horny dog!

    These days I'm reading that Kant's texts as the professor did. And I'm making an effort before giving up. After many failings, I could understand the professor. It was not that easy to comprehend. It was very hard. I have read the Kant's "The critic of pure reason" during a month. Accordingly it frustrated me during that month. The problem is not just that. I just read a small part of the fist chapter in the book, and that really demotivated me to study. So these days, I'm just writing and reading melodies. I couldn't concentrate on any other books.

    The content what I have read is just about the space and the time, which is the first part of the book. In his theory, The space and the time are a united existence. So it is impossible that 2 divided spaces or times exist. First, the space in the world is just part of a big space. Therefore, the biggest space is the world, and a lot of rooms are just part of the world. Second, the time is almost the same with space. The time, that is, can't be divided correctly and one time's text is just part of one big context. Lastly, they are both an unlimited existence.

    When I was child, I heard a story about the black night. I can't remember where it comes from, but I can remember the contents of the subject. In that story, the black night proved to exist to the end of the universe. It's because the light has one characteristic that goes strait and unlimited, if there are no obstacles. So if there isn't a limit, the sky should be white during the night time like the noon. 

    As Kant said "space has no limit, and all spaces belong to a big space.", and the story said "there is a limit in the universe.", there should be other space beyond the universe's end. I assumed that there was a kingdom of heaven. Beyond the cosmos, there shall be an unlimited happy world of the father.

    The Kant's made me frustrated to study; and the frustration made me think about the existence of God. Like any other scholars, I just thought about anything by enjoying my reasonal ability. And like any other day, I'm fine with that. Even if Kant made me frustrated because I couldn't think freely, I'm happy about that.