The book called the count of Monte Cristo reveals records and represents a total view of people and life in France of 19th century when the social structure is distanced from ours and the horror and dignity of a man equals his life. Unable to seize the big picture which Alexandra Dumas has obviously seized I put my focus on the focus of the book: Dante Edmond AKA the count of Monte Cristo who shines through the cover all the way to the last page. Seeing admiring and longing his unsteady lifeline, extreme fortune as well as misfortune and his air of height and detachment I on the other hand think what sparkles most is when Dante’s life reached into the unreachable bottom in the dungeon of Chateau d’If all alone.
Loneliness is the theme of both most fortunate and unfortunate men. Dante belonging to the former, the loneliness he encountered, suffered and was reborn from holds three elements which are shared by the universal concept of loneliness: the absence of addiction the presence of question and self doubt and the state of detachment. Each one of the three carries the rare function and unspeakable suffering they are also the inevitable steps on the path of evolution and distinguish pages engraved in the mental history of human being.
Loneliness and the absence of addiction
A fact that can’t be more manifested yet is constantly ignored is all creatures on the earth need to be addicted to something to live on. The birth of civilization diversified the core of each individual from the solo grasp of Mother Nature but failed to change that of the whole race. If we looked closely enough, we’ll run into the blind area of modern medical theory where only the addiction of drugs alcohol and other materialized forms is diagnosed. The fact is we all have addictive character and have to force ourselves into some kind of obsession to ignore the hollowness which truly fills our life. Those obsession often takes on occupation, hobby, aim and plan as names and hatred, love, vengeance, and anguish as content. Because few people realize their ever-lasting existence, nothing is done to prevent the harm which with more violence and strength effects not only on the body but also the mind. Yet what goes further on the destructive way than the necessary evil of obsession is absence of it. Being used the convenience and comfort of having the wandering life clinging to something, people who are suddenly taken away from all these and enter the fields of loneliness will experience a feeling of that is described as that all the oxygen is sucked out of the room. To make things worse and more unbearable all the spare energy, thinking and effort having nowhere to go will turn directly back to ourselves which leads to the second step of destruction.
Loneliness and the presence of self doubt and questioning
After the black –hole –like loneliness sucks in the conventional addiction along with the ambition desire fulfillment and all other armor people used to wear to protect from themselves the only thing we can come up with is the doubt which needs to be ascertained and the questions that need to be answered. Yet never could the hollowness be removed by questions as never could one hole be filled with another. Intended to bear the loneliness and to heal us, the doubt enlarges the hole and the questions end up cutting into the inquirers. To fall apart once and for all seems to be the most easy way out which is indeed a popular choice. And rarity, again, earns its name of precious .Self doubt and questioning is the ultimate way of self-destruction with the devastation that can only achieved by us, because we know ourselves too well. But every self evolution comes after self destruction. Being well realized and actualized by Mufucious, Buddhism and Christianity, this truth is best stated by Tyler Darden: It’s only when you’ve lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Loneliness and the state of detachment
Impossible as it is to compare the sacrifice and the rewards of loneliness, the mid-night tide of the latter rushes to the vacant beach with prevailing power and absolute cleanness. Loneliness is not an enemy whom ends up bleeding to death, but a tamed beast inhabits in the mind and heart. It is not a clerk as your service but a friend stays as a distance. Not that it is lingering a round but that is shares with you some of its rare quality: the sense of detachment. The period of loneliness created a rather distinct personal space from the world. When the loneliness leaves, the space somehow stays and will linger on. You’ll find the intimacy of old age never returns in one piece. Where connection ends the detachment begins, with that or harm could ever creep in. And with this strength mental could go further that the physical. And outside harm can be laughed at because we’ve been suffering the worse—the torture if loneliness.
The ultimate fear of man is not from outside jungle but from the inner world. We are shaking not due to our coming destruction but our mere existence. Loneliness happens to be comer one in a place where we have no choice but to confront ourselves without any distraction. The count of Monte Cristo suffered it all when he was trapped reasonlessly hopelessly and helplessly in the dungean when death is the most tempting way and loneliness was his only company. So afterwards he had it all, the ability to take everything easy, the air of undoubtedly dignity and the still lake of mind that doesn’t stir.
Victor Hugo said the name of Alexandra Dumas is more than French—it’s universal.” Literature knows no boundary of language or nationality but flourishes in the field of universal feeling and experience shared by all human beings. In this book, it's loneliness and detachment. That is why he who was fat, cunning and yet briliantly writing in France could urge me who is also-fat, but not-so-cunning to write these senseless words sitting here in the tropical area. A glance at it may tell no more than a distant silence, but do remember the words of wisdom: the tree of man is never silent, then it was Rome now it is I.”