People treat My work as something supplemental; they do not forgo food or sleep for its sake, so I have no choice but to make appropriate demands of man as befits his attitude toward Me. I recall I once gave man much grace and many blessings, but, after snatching these things, he left at once. It was as if I had unconsciously given them to him. So, man has always loved Me by means of his own notions. I want man’s true love for Me; today, however, people still drag their feet, unable to give their true love to Me. In their imaginings, they believe that if they give their true love to Me, they will be left with nothing. When I object, their whole bodies tremble—yet they remain unwilling to give their true love to Me. It is as if they are waiting for something, so they just gaze upward into the distance, never telling Me the truth of the matter. It is as if their mouths have been taped shut, so their speech constantly falters. Before man, it seems, I have become an inhuman capitalist. People are always afraid of Me: At the sight of Me, they immediately disappear without a trace, terrified of what I will ask them about their circumstances. I do not know why people are capable of sincere love for “people from their hometown,” yet are unable to love Me, who am upstanding in spirit. Because of this, I sigh: Why do people always release their love in the world of man? Why can I not taste the love of man? Is it because I am not one of mankind? People always treat Me like a savage from the mountains, as if I lacked the elements of a normal person; for this reason, people always spout high-sounding theories before Me. They often drag Me before them to rebuke Me, educating Me as they would a child of preschool age; people always play the part of the educator before Me because, in their memories, I am someone who is irrational and lacking in manners. I do not chastise people for their inadequacies, but give them suitable assistance, allowing them to receive regular “relief funds.” Because man has always lived amid disasters, finding it difficult to escape, and he has always called out to Me amid these disasters, I punctually deliver “food rations” into his hands, allowing all people to live in the big family of the new era, and to experience the warmth of the big family. When I inspect the work among man, I discover his many defects, and, as a result, I give him help. Even at this time, people are still exceptionally impoverished, and I have thus provided suitable care to “impoverished areas,” lifting them from poverty. This is the means by which I work, allowing all people to enjoy My grace as much as they are able.

Being on the earth, people are unconsciously suffering chastisement, and so I open My great hand and pull them to My side, allowing them the good fortune of enjoying My grace on earth. What on earth is not empty and without value? I walk among all places in the world of man, and though there are multitudinous famous monuments and natural scenery that is pleasing to man, everywhere I go has long since become bereft of vitality. Only then do I feel the earth is bleak and desolate: It turns out that, upon the earth, life has long since disappeared, and there is only the air of death. Therefore, I have ever called upon man to hurry to leave this land of affliction. All that I see is redolent of emptiness. I take the chance to hurl the life in My hand toward those whom I have selected; instantly, there is an oasis upon the land. People are willing to enjoy the things of vitality upon the earth, but I find no pleasure in this; people always cherish the things upon the earth, and never see their emptiness, so even to this day, they still do not understand why no life exists upon the earth. Today, as I walk within the universe, all people are able to enjoy the grace of the place where I am, and they use this as capital, never pursuing the source of life. They all use what I give as funds to draw on, yet none of them tries to bring the original function of vitality into play. They do not know how to use or develop natural resources, and they are thus left destitute. I reside among man, I live among man, yet today man still does not know Me. Though people have given Me much help as a result of My being so far from home, it is as if I have yet to establish the right friendship with man, and I thus still feel the unfairness of the world of man; in My eyes, mankind, after all, is empty, and there is no treasure of any value among man. I do not know what view people have of human life, but, in sum, My own is inseparable from the word “empty.” I hope people do not think badly of Me because of this, for I am quite forthright, and I do not try to be polite. However, I would advise people to pay closer attention to what I think, for My words, after all, are of help to them. I do not know what understanding people have of “emptiness.” My hope is that they put a little effort into getting started on this work. They would do well to experience human life in a practical way, to see if they can find any valuable “mineral deposits” in it. I am not trying to dampen people’s positivity; I simply want them to gain some knowledge from My words. I am always busying Myself for the sake of human matters, but now, with things as they are, people still have not spoken a word of thanks, as if they were too busy and had forgotten to do so. Even today, I still do not understand what effect man’s rushing about all day has had. Even today, there remains no place for Me in people’s hearts, and so, once again, I fall into deep thought. I have begun setting Myself to the work of researching “why people do not have a heart that truly loves Me.” I shall lift man onto the “operating table,” I shall dissect his “heart,” and look at what is blocking the way in his heart and stopping him from truly loving Me. Under the effect of the “scalpel,” people squeeze their eyes shut, waiting for Me to begin, for, at this time, they have completely yielded. In their hearts, I find many other adulterations. There, within their hearts, people’s own things are most plentiful. Although man has very few things outside himself, he has innumerable things within himself. It is as if man’s heart were a great storage box, full of riches and everything people would ever need. Only at this moment do I understand why people never pay Me any regard: It is because they have great self-sufficiency—what need do they have for My help? So, I depart from man, for people have no need of My help; why should I “act shamelessly” and make them annoyed with Me?

I do not know why, but I have always been willing to speak among man, as if I cannot help Myself. Thus, people look upon Me as worthless, and always treat Me as though I were an item worth even less than a copper penny; they do not treat Me as something precious and respected. They do not cherish Me, and they drag Me home whenever they wish, and then again throw Me out, “exposing” Me before the public. I have the utmost loathing for man’s ignoble behavior, and thus I baldly say that man is without conscience. But people are unconvinced; they take their “swords and spears” and dispute with Me, saying that My words are at odds with reality, saying that I vilify them—but I do not wreak retribution upon them as a result of their violent behavior. I merely use My truths to win people over and to make them feel ashamed of themselves and then silently retreat. I do not contend with man, for there is no benefit in that. I will hold fast to My duty, and I hope that man can also hold fast to his and not act against Me. Would it not be better to get along peacefully in this way? Why hurt our relationship? We have gotten along all these years—what need is there for things to end badly for both of us? Would that not be totally without benefit to either of our reputations? Ours is a years-long “old friendship,” an “old acquaintance”—what need is there to part on unhappy terms? Would it be good to do so? I hope people pay attention to the impact, and that they know what is good for them. My attitude toward man today is sufficient for man to speak of for a lifetime—why do people always fail to appreciate the favor shown to them? Is it because they lack the powers of expression? Do they lack sufficient vocabulary? Why are they always lost for words? Who is ignorant of how I conduct Myself? People are perfectly aware of My doings—it is only that they always like to take advantage of others, so they are never willing to let go of their own interests. If a phrase touches upon their own interests, they refuse to relax until they have gained the upper hand—and what is the point in that? People do not compare themselves with one another in terms of what they offer up, but instead in terms of what they demand. Though there is no enjoyment in their status, they cherish it very much, even regarding it as a priceless treasure—and so they would rather endure My chastisement than give up the benefits of status. People think too highly of themselves, and thus are never willing to let go of themselves. Perhaps there are some small inaccuracies in My evaluation of man, or perhaps I have put on him a label that is neither harsh nor lenient, but, in sum, My hope is that people take this as a warning.

May 21, 1992