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Though a better known as the father of modern education, Comenius was a pastor and spiritual leader of the Bohemian Brethren (Unitas Fratrum), a Czech Protestant group inspired by the Hussite movement of the fifteenth century. The Labyrinth, an allegory of the spiritual journey in the style of Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, represents the culmination of his literary accomplishments. The work was written against the backdrop of the calamitous Thirty Years' War and Comenius's profound personal sufferings. His satirical castigation of the world's false ambitions and values is paralleled by a deep yearning for understanding and experience of life with God.
The work comprises two parts. The first introduces a pilgrim in search of a profession. Escorted by a series of guides who lead him through the maze of life's occupations, he visits tradesman, scholars, clergy, rulers and various other classes of society. Disillusioned by the petty rivalries and deception that mark every vocation he explores, the pilgrim ultimately despairs of the vanity and emptiness of human existence. In the second part of the text the pilgrim turns inward, where he finds "the paradise of the heart." After encountering Christ, he is led on a spiritual journey among those who have found the true meaning of life in relationship with God.
With the collapse of communism in Eastern Europe, Comenius has reemerged as one of this region's most prophetic and relevant figures. Though written three centuries ago, his Labyrinth is a timely critique of the postmodern world and its spiritual plight.
272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 7, 1623
Já mezi tím opět jiné spatřím, kteříž ani ne do kapsí sobě škatule dávali, než nosili do pokojíků kamsi: za nimiž vejda, vidím, ani pěkná na ně pouzdra strojí, rozličnými barvami líčí, někteří i stříbrem a zlatem obkládají, do polic pořádají a zase vytahujíc na ně hledí: pak zase skládají a rozkládají, přistupujíce a odstupujíce, sobě i jiným, jak to pěkně stojí, ukazují, vše po vrchu; někteří také časem na titule, aby jmenovati uměli, nazírali. I dím: "Co pak tito laškují?" Odpoví tlumočník: "Milý brachu, pěkná věc jest pěknou míti biblioteku." "I když se ji neužívá?" dím já. A on: "I ti, kdož biblioteky milují, mezi učené se počítají." Já sobě na mysli: "Jako někdo, kladiv a klíští hromady maje, a k čemu jich užívati nevěda, mezi kováře." Říci však toho, abych sobě nětco neutržil, nesměl jsem.(s. 49)