He who assiduously compares the profound and the
commonplace will find their difference to turn merely
on the manner of their expression; a profundity is a
commonplace formulated in strange or otherwise obscure
and unintelligible terms. This must be my excuse
for beginning with the trite remark that the world
we live in is not one which was made for us, but one
in which we happened and grew. I am much aware
that there exists a large and influential class of persons
who do not think so; and I offer this remark with
all deference to devotees of idealism, and to other such
pietists who persist in arguing that the trouble which
we do encounter in this vale of tears springs from the
inwardness of our own natures and not from that of
the world. I wish, indeed, that I could agree with them,
but unhappily their very arguments prevent me, since,
if the world were actually as they think it, they could
not think it as they do. In fact, they could not think.
Thinking—worse luck!—came into being as response
to discomfort, to pain, to uncertainty, to problems,
such as could not exist in a world truly made for us;
while from time immemorial pure as distinct from human
consciousness has been identified with absolute certainty,
with self-absorption and self-sufficiency; as a god, a
goal to attain, not a fact to rest in. It is notable
that those who believe the world actually to have been
made for us devote most of their thinking to explaining
away the experiences which have made all men feel that
the world was actually not made for us. Their chief
business, after proving the world to be all good, is
solving "the problem of evil." Yet, had there really
been no evil, this evil consequence could not have ensued:
existence would have emerged as beatitude and
not as adjustment; thinking might in truth have
been self-absorbed contemplation, blissful intuition,
not painful learning by the method of trial and
error.
Alas that what "might have been" cannot come into
being by force of discursive demonstration! If it could,
goodness alone would have existed and been real, and
evil would have been non-existence, unreality, and appearance—all
by the force of the Word. As it is, the
appearance of evil is in so far forth no less an evil
than its reality; in truth, it is reality and its best witnesses
are the historic attempts to explain it away. For
even as "appearance" it has a definite and inexpugnable
character of its own which cannot be destroyed by subsumption
under the "standpoint of the whole," "the
absolute good," the "over-individual values." Nor, since
only sticks and stones break bones and names never
hurt, can it be abolished by the epithet "appearance."
To deny reality to evil is to multiply the evil. It is
to make two "problems" grow where only one grew
before, to add to the "problem of evil" the "problem
of appearance" without serving any end toward the
solution of the real problem how evil can be effectively
abolished.
I may then, in view of these reflections, hold myself
safe in assuming that the world we live in was not made
for us; that, humanly speaking, it is open to improvement
in a great many directions. It will be comparatively
innocuous to assume also, as a corollary, that
in so far as the world was made for mind, it has been
made so by man, that civilization is the adaptation of
nature to human nature. And as a second corollary
it may be safely assumed that the world does not stay
made; civilization has brought its own problems and
peculiar evils.
I realize that, in the light of my title, much of what
I have written above must seem irrelevant, since the
"problem of evil" has not, within the philosophic tradition,
been considered part of a "problem of values"
as such. If I dwell on it, I do so to indicate that the
"problem of evil" can perhaps be best understood in
the light of another problem: the problem, namely, of
why men have created the "problem of evil." For
obviously, evil can be problematic only in an absolutely
good world, and the idea that the world is absolutely
good is not a generalization upon experience, but a
contradiction of experience. If there exists a metaphysical
"problem of evil," hence, it arises out of this
generalization; it is secondary, not primary; and the
primary problem requires solution before the secondary
one can be understood. And what else, under the circumstances,
can the primary one be than this: "Why
do men contradict their own experience?"
II
So put, the problem suggests its own solution. It
indicates, first of all, that nature and human nature
are not completely compatible, that consequently, conclusions
are being forced by nature on human nature
which human nature resents and rejects, and that traits
are being assigned to nature by human nature which
nature does not possess, but which, if possessed, would
make her congenial to human needs. All this is so
platitudinous that I feel ashamed to write it; but then,
how can one avoid platitudes without avoiding truth?
And truth here is the obvious fact that since human
nature is the point of existence to which good and evil
refer, what is called value has its seat necessarily in
human nature, and what is called existence has its seat
necessarily in the nature of which human nature is a
part and apart. Value, in so far forth, is a content of
nature, having its roots in her conditions and its life
in her force, while the converse is not true. All nature
and all existence is not spontaneously and intrinsically
a content of value. Only that portion of it which is
human is such. Humanly speaking, non-human existences
become valuable by their efficacious bearing
on humanity, by their propitious or their disastrous
relations to human consciousness. It is these relations
which delimit the substance of our goods and evils, and
these, at bottom, are indistinguishable from consciousness.
They do not, need not, and cannot connect all
existence with human life. They are inevitably implicated
only with those which make human life possible
at all. Of the environment, they pertain only to that
portion which is fit by the implicated conditions of life
itself. It may therefore be said that natural existence
produces and sustains some values,—at least the minimal
value which is identical with the bare existence of
mankind—on its own account, but no more. The residual
environment remains—irrelevant and menacing, wider
than consciousness and independent of it. Value, hence,
is a specific kind of natural existence among other existences.
To say that it is non-existent in nature, is
to say that value is not coincident and coexistent with
other existences, just as when it is said that a thing
is not red, the meaning is that red is not copresent
with other qualities. Conversely, to say that value
exists in nature is to say that nature and human nature,
things and thoughts, are in some respect harmonious
or identical. Hence, what human nature tries to force
upon nature must be, by implication, non-existent in
nature but actual in mind, so that the nature of value
must be held inseparable from the nature of mind.87
It follows that value is, in origin and character,
completely irrational. At the foundations of our existence
it is relation of their conditions and objects to
our major instincts, our appetites, our feelings, our
desires, our ambitions—most clearly, to the self-regarding
instinct and the instincts of nutrition, reproduction,
and gregariousness. Concerning those, as William
James writes, "Science may come and consider their
ways and find that most of them are useful. But it is
not for the sake of their utility that they are followed,
but because at the moment of following them we feel
that it is the only appropriate and natural thing to
do. Not a man in a billion when taking his dinner,
ever thinks of utility. He eats because the food tastes
good and makes him want more. If you ask him why
he should want to eat more of what tastes like that,
instead of revering you as a philosopher, he will probably
laugh at you for a fool. The connection between
the savory sensation and the act it awakens is for him
absolute and selbstverständlich, an a priori synthesis of
the most perfect sort, needing no proof but its own
evidence.... To the metaphysician alone can such
questions occur as 'Why do we smile when pleased, and
not scowl? Why are we unable to talk to a crowd as
we talk to a single friend? Why does a particular
maiden turn our wits upside down?' The common man
can only say 'of course we smile, of course our heart
palpitates at the sight of a crowd, of course we love
the maiden, that beautiful soul clad in that perfect
form, so palpably and flagrantly made from all eternity
to be loved.' And so, probably, does each animal
feel about the particular things it tends to do in the
presence of particular objects.... To the broody
hen the notion would probably seem monstrous that
there should be a creature in the world to whom a nestful
of eggs was not the utterly fascinating and precious
and never-to-be-too-much-set-upon object it is to her."
In sum, fundamental values are relations, responses,
attitudes, immediate, simple, subjectively obvious, and
irrational. But everything else becomes valuable or
rational only by reference to them.
Study
them or others empirically,88 and they appear
as types of specific behavior, simple or complicated,
consisting of a given motor "set" of the organism,
strong emotional tone, and aggregates of connected
ideas, more or less systematized. In the slang of the
new medical psychology which has done so much to
uncover their method and mechanism, they are called
"complexes"; ethics has called them interests, and
that designation will do well enough. They are the
primary and morally ultimate efficacious units of which
human nature is compounded, and it is in terms of the
world's bearing upon their destiny that we evaluate
nature and judge her significance and worth.
Now in interest, the important delimiting quality is
emotional tone. Whatever else is sharable, that is not.
It is the very stuff of our attitudes, of our acceptances
and rejections of the world and its contents, the very
essence of the relations we bear to these. That these
relations shall be identical for any two human beings
requires that the two shall be identical: two persons
cannot hold the same relation to the same or different
objects any more than two objects can occupy absolutely
the same space at the same time. Hence, all our
differences and disagreements. However socially-minded
we may be, mere numerical diversity compels us to act
as separate centers, to value things with reference to
separate interests, to orient our worlds severally, and
with ourselves as centers. This orienting is the relating
of the environment to our interests, the establishment
of our worlds of appreciation, the creation of our orders
of value. However much these cross and interpenetrate,
coincide they never can.
Our interests, furthermore, are possibly as numerous
as our reflex arcs. Each may, and most do, constitute
distinct and independent valuations of their objects, to
which they respond, and each, with these objects, remains
an irreducible system. But reflex arcs and interests
do not act alone. They act like armies; they
compound and are integrated, and when so integrated
their valuations fuse and constitute the more complex
and massive feelings, pleasures and pains, the emotions
of anger, of fear, of love; the sentiments of respect, of
admiration, of sympathy. They remain, through all
degrees of complexity, appraisements of the environment,
reactions upon it, behavior toward it, as subject to
empirical examination by the psychologist as the environment
itself by the physicist.
With a difference, however, a fundamental difference.
When you have an emotion you cannot yourself examine
it. Effectively as the mind may work in sections,
it cannot with sanity be divided against itself nor long
remain so. A feeling cannot be had and examined in
the same time. And though the investigator who
studies the nature of red does not become red, the investigator
who studies the actual emotion of anger does
tend to become angry. Emotion is infectious; anger
begets anger; fear, fear; love, love; hate, hate; actions,
relations, attitudes, when actual, integrate and fuse;
as feelings, they constitute the sense of behavior, varying
according to a changing and unstable equilibrium
of factors within the organism; they are actually underneath
the skin, and consequently, to know them alive is to
have them. On the other hand, to know things is simply
to have a relation to them. The same thing may
be both loved and hated, desired or spurned, by different
minds at the same time or by the same mind at
different times. One, for example, values whiskey positively,
approaches, absorbs it, aims to increase its quantity
and sale; another apprehends it negatively, turns
from it, strives to oust it from the world. Then, according
to these direct and immediate valuations of
whiskey, its place in the common world of the two minds
will be determined. To save or destroy it, they may
seek to destroy each other. Even similar positive valuations
of the object might imply this mutual repugnance
and destruction. Thus, rivals in love: they enhance
and glorify the same woman, but as she is not
otherwise sharable, they strive to eliminate each other.
Throughout the world of values the numerical distinctness
of the seats or centers of value, whatever their
identity otherwise, keeps them ultimately inimical.
They may terminate in the common object, but they
originate in different souls and they are related to the
object like two magnets of like polarity to the same
piece of iron that lies between them. Most of what is
orderly in society and in science is the outcome of the
adjustment of just such oppositions: our civilization
is an unstable equilibrium of objects, through the coöperation,
antipathy, and fusion of value-relations.
Individuals are no better off; personality is constructed
in the same way. If, indeed, the world had
been made for us, we might have been spared this
warfare to man upon earth. Life might have been the
obvious irrational flow of bliss so vividly described by
William James; nature and human nature would have
been one; bridging the gulf between them would never
have been the task of the tender-minded among philosophers.
Unfortunately our mere numerical difference,
the mere numerical difference of the interests which
compose our egos, makes the trouble, so that we are
compelled to devote most of our lives to converting the
different into the same. The major part of our instincts
serve this function recognizably, e.g., nutrition,
and the "higher powers" do so no less, if not so
obviously. Generalization is nothing more, thinking
nothing else. It is the assimilation of many instances
into one form, law, or purpose; the preservation of
established contents of value, just as nutrition is the
preservation of life by means of the conversion of foreign
matter into the form and substance of the body.
By bowels and by brain, what is necessary, what will
feed the irrationally given interest, is preserved and
consumed: the rest is cast off as waste, as irrelevance,
as contradiction.
The relation may, of course, also reverse itself. Face
to face with the immovable and inexorable, the mind
may accept it with due resignation, or it may challenge
its tyranny and exclude it from its world. It may
seek or create or discover a substitute that it is content
to accept, though this will in turn alter the course
and character of the interest which in such an instance
defines the mind's action. Thus, a way out for one of
the lovers of the same girl might be to become a depressed
and yearning bachelor, realizing his potential
sexuality in the vicarious reproduction of reverie and
sentiment; another might be to divert the stream of
his affections to another girl, reorganizing his life about
a different center and acquiring a new system of practical
values determined by this center; a third might
be a complete redirection of his sexual energies upon
objects the interest in which we would call, abnormal
and anti-social in one case, and in another lofty and
spiritual. In the latter case sexuality would have been
depersonalized; it would have changed into poetic and
humanitarian passion; it would have become love as
Plato means us to take the word. But each of these
processes would have been a conversion, through the
need defined by an identical instinct, of the same into
the different; the human nature which existed at the
beginning of the change would be deeply other than
the human nature in which the change culminated. In
each case a condition thrust upon the spirit by its
environment would have occasioned the creation and
maintenance of an environment demanded by the spirit.
Yet in so far as it was not truly the same as that
envisaged in the primitive demand, it would still imply
the tragedy of the world not made for us and the "problem
of evil," in which the life of the spirit is persistently
a salvage of one of two always incompatible goods, a
saving by surrender.
And this is all that a mind is—an affair of saving
and rejecting, of valuing with a system of objects of
which a living body and its desires and operations, its interests,
are focal and the objects marginal, for its
standard. Mind, thus, is neither simple, nor immutable,
nor stable; it is a thing to be "changed," "confused,"
"cleared," "made-up," "trained." One body, I have
written elsewhere,89 "in the course of its lifetime, has
many minds, only partially united. Men are all too
often "of two minds." The unity of a mind depends on
its consistent pursuit of one interest, although we then
call it narrow; or on the coöperation and harmony of
its many interests. Frequently, two or more minds
may struggle for the possession of the same body; that
is, the body may be divided by two elaborately systematized
tendencies to act. The beginning of such division
occurs wherever there is a difficulty in deciding between
alternative modes of behavior; the end is to be
observed in those cases of dual or multiple personality
in which the body has ordered a great collection of
objects and systematized so large a collection of interests
in such typically distinct ways as to have set up
for itself different and opposed "minds." On the other
hand, two or fifty or a million bodies may be "of the
same mind."
Unhappily, difference of mind, diversity and conflict
of interests is quite as fundamental, if not more so,
as sameness of mind, coöperation and unity of interests.
This the philosophical tradition sufficiently attests. To
Plato man is at once a protean beast, a lion, and an
intellect; the last having for its proper task to rule
the first and to regulate the second, which is always
rebellious and irruptive.90 According to the Christian
tradition man is at once flesh and spirit, eternally in
conflict with one another, and the former is to be mortified
that the latter may have eternal life. Common
sense divides us into head and heart, never quite at
peace with one another. There is no need of piling
up citations. Add to the inward disharmonies of mind
its incompatibilities with the environment, and you perceive
at once how completely it is, from moment to
moment, a theater and its life a drama of which the
interests that compose it are at once protagonists and
directors. The catastrophe of this unceasing drama
is always that one or more of the players is driven from
the stage of conscious existence. It may be that the
environment—social conditions, commercial necessity,
intellectual urgency, allies of other interests—will drive
it off; it may be that its own intrinsic unpleasantness
will banish it, will put it out of mind; whatever the
cause, it is put out. Putting it out does not, however,
end the drama; putting it out serves to complicate the
drama. For the "new psychology"91 shows that whenever
an interest or a desire or impulsion is put out of
the mind, it is really, if not extirpated, put into the
mind; it is driven from the conscious level of existence
to the unconscious. It retains its force and direction,
only its work now lies underground. Its life henceforward
consists partly in a direct oppugnance to the
inhibitions that keep it down, partly in burrowing beneath
and around them and seeking out unwonted channels
of escape. Since life is long, repressions accumulate,
the mass of existence of feeling and desire tends to
become composed entirely of these repressions, layer
upon layer, with every interest in the aggregate striving
to attain place in the daylight of consciousness.
Now, empirically and metaphysically, no one interest
is more excellent than any other. Repressed or patent,
each is, whether in a completely favorable environment
or in a completely indifferent universe, or before the
bar of an absolute justice, or under the domination of
an absolute and universal good, entitled to its free fulfilment
and perfect maintenance. Each is a form of
the good; the essential content of each is good. That
any are not fulfilled, but repressed, is a fact to be recorded,
not an appearance to be explained away. And
it may turn out that the existence of the fact may
explain the effort to explain it away. For where interests
are in conflict with each other or with reality,
and where the loser is not extirpated, its revenge may
be just this self-fulfilment in unreality, in idea, which
philosophies of absolute values offer it. Dreams, some
of the arts, religion, and philosophy may indeed be considered
as such fulfilments, worlds of luxuriant self-realization
of all that part of our nature which the
harsh conjunctions with the environment overthrow and
suppress. Sometimes abortive self-expressions of frustrated
desires, sometimes ideal compensations for the
shortcomings of existence, they are always equally ideal
reconstructions of the surrounding evil of the world
into forms of the good. And because they are compensations
in idea, they are substituted for existence,
appraised as "true," and "good," and "beautiful,"
and "real," while the experiences which have suppressed
the desires they realize are condemned as illusory and
unreal. In them humanity has its freest play and amplest
expression.
III
This has been, and still to a very great extent remains,
most specifically true of philosophy. The environment
with which philosophy concerns itself is nothing
less than the whole universe; its content is, within
the history of its dominant tradition, absolutely general
and abstract; it is, of all great human enterprises, even
religion, least constrained by the direction and march
of events or the mandate of circumstance. Like music,
it expresses most truly the immediate and intrinsic interests
of the mind, its native bias and its inward goal.
It has been constituted, for this reason, of the so-called
"normative" sciences, envisaging the non-existent as
real, forcing upon nature pure values, forms of the
spirit incident to the total life of this world, unmixed
with baser matter. To formulate ultimate standards,
to be completely and utterly lyrical has been the prerogative
of philosophy alone. Since these standards
reappear in all other reconstructions of the environment
and most clearly in art and in religion, it is pertinent
to enumerate them, and to indicate briefly their
bearing on existence.
The foremost outstanding is perhaps "the unity of
the world." Confronted by the perplexing menace of
the variation of experience, the dichotomies and oppositions
of thoughts and things, the fusion and diversifications
of many things into one and one into many,
mankind has, from the moment it became reflective, felt
in the relation of the One and the Many the presence
of a riddle that engendered and sustained uneasiness,
a mystery that concealed a threat. The mind's own
preference, given the physiological processes that condition
its existence, constitution, and operation, could
hardly come to rest in a more fundamental normation
than Unity. A world which is one is easier to live in
and with; initial adjustment therein is final adjustment;
in its substance there exists nothing sudden and in
its character nothing uncontrollable. It guarantees
whatever vital equilibrium the organism has achieved
in it, ill or good. It secures life in attainment and
possession, insuring it repose, simplicity, and spaciousness.
A world which is many complicates existence: it
demands watchful consideration of irreducible discrete
individualities: it necessitates the integration and humanization
in a common system of adjustment of entities
which in the last analysis refuse all ordering and
reject all subordination, consequently keeping the mind
on an everlasting jump, compelling it to pay with eternal
vigilance the price of being. The preference for
unity, then, is almost inevitable, and the history of
philosophy, from the Vedas to the Brahma Somaj and
from Thales to Bergson, is significantly unanimous in
its attempts to prove that the world is, somehow,
through and through one. That the oneness requires
proof is prima facie evidence that it is a value, a desiderate,
not an existence. And how valuable it is may
be seen merely in the fact that it derealizes the inner
conflict of interests, the incompatibilities between nature
and man, the uncertainties of knowledge, and the
certainties of evil, and substitutes therefore the ultimate
happy unison which "the identity of the different"
compels.
Unity is the common desiderate of philosophic systems
of all metaphysical types—neutral, materialistic,
idealistic. But the dominant tradition has tended to
think this unity in terms of interest, of spirit, of
mentality. It has tended, in a word, to assimilate nature
to human nature, to identify things with the values
of things, to envisage the world in the image of man.
To it, the world is all spirit, ego, or idea; and if not
such through and through, then entirely subservient,
in its unhumanized parts, to the purposes and interests
of ego, idea, or spirit. Why, is obvious. A world of
which the One substance is such constitutes a totality
of interest and purpose which faces no conflict and has
no enemy. It is fulfilment even before it is need, and
need, indeed, is only illusion. Even when its number
is many, the world is a better world if the stuff of these
many is the same stuff as the spirit of man. For mind
is more at home with mind than with things; the pathetic
fallacy is the most inevitable and most general. Although
the totality of spirit is conceived as good, that
is, as actualizing all our desiderates and ideals, it would
still be felt that, even if the totality were evil, and not
God, but the Devil ruled the roost, the world so constituted
must be better than one utterly non-spiritual.
We can understand and be at home with malevolence:
it offers at least the benefits of similarity, of companionship,
of intimateness, of consubstantiality with will;
its behavior may be foreseen and its intentions influenced;
but no horror can be greater than that of utter
aliency. How much of religion turns with a persistent
tropism to the consideration of the devil and his works,
and how much it has fought his elimination from the
cosmic scheme! Yet never because it loved the devil.
The deep-lying reason is the fact that the humanization
of Evil into Devil mitigates Evil and improves the
world. Philosophy has been least free from this corrective
and spiritizing bias. Though it has cared less
for the devil, it has predominantly repudiated aliency,
has sought to prove spirit the cause and substance of
the world, and in that degree, to transmute the aliency
of nature into sameness with human nature.
With unity and spirituality, eternity makes a third.
This norm is a fundamental attribute of the One God
himself, and interchangeable with his ineffable name:
the Lord is Eternal, and the Eternal, even more than the
One, receives the eulogium of exclusive realness. To
the philosophical tradition it is the most real. Once
more the reason should be obvious. The underlying
urge which pushes the mind to think the world as a
unity pushes it even more inexorably to think the world
as timeless. For unity is asserted only against the perplexities
of a manyness which may be static and
unchanging, and hence comparatively simple. But eternity
is asserted and set against mutability: it is the negation
of change, of time, of novelty, of the suddenness and
slaughter of the flux of life itself, which consumes what
it generates, undermines what it builds and sweeps to
destruction what it founds to endure. Change is the
arch-enemy of a life which struggles for self-preservation,
of an intellect which operates spontaneously by
the logic of identity, of a will which seeks to convert
others into sames. It substitutes a different self for
the old, it falsifies systems of thought and deteriorates
systems of life. It makes unity impossible and manyness
inevitable. It upsets every actual equilibrium that
life attains. It opens the doors and windows of every
closed and comfortable cosmos to all transcosmic winds
that blow, with whatever they carry of possible danger
and possible ill. It is the very soul of chaos in which
the pleasant, ordered world is such a little helpless
thing. Of this change eternity is by primary intention
the negation, as its philological form shows. It is not-time,
without positive intrinsic content, and in its secondary
significances, i.e., in those significances which
appear in metaphysical dialectic, without meaning;
since it is there a pure negation, intrinsically affirming
nothing, of the same character as "not-man" or "not-donkey,"
standing for a nature altogether unspecific
and indeterminable in the residual universe. By a sort
of obverse implication it does, however, possess, in the
philosophic tradition, a positive content which accrues
to it by virtue of what it denies. This content makes
it a designation for the persistence and perdurability
of desiderated quality—from metaphysical unity and
spirituality to the happy hunting-grounds or a woman's
affection. At bottom it means the assurance that the
contents of value cannot and will not be altered or
destroyed, that their natures and their relations to
man do not undergo change. There is no recorded attempt
to prove that evil is eternal: eternity is eternity
of the good alone.
Unity, spirituality, and eternity, then, are the forms
which contents of value receive under the shaping hands
of the philosophic tradition, to which they owe their
metaphysical designation and of which the business has
so largely and uniquely been to prove them the foundations
and ontological roots of universal nature. But
"the problem of evil" does not come to complete solution
with these. Even in a single, metaphysically spiritual
and unchanging world, man himself may still be
less than a metaphysical absolute and his proper individuality
doomed to absorption, his wishes to obstruction
and frustration. Of man, therefore, the
tradition posits immortality and freedom, and even the
materialistic systems have sought to keep somehow room
for some form of these goods.
To turn first to immortality. Its source and matrix
is less the love of life than the fear of death—that fear
which Lucretius, dour poet of disillusion, so nobly deplored.
That he had ever himself been possessed of it
is not clear, but it is perfectly clear that his altogether
sound arguments against it have not abolished its operation,
nor its effect upon human character, society, and
imagination. Fear which made the gods, made also the
immortality of man, the denial of death. What the
fear's unmistakable traits may be has never been articulately said, perhaps never can be said. Most of us
never may undergo the fear of death; we undergo comfort
and discomfort, joy and sorrow, intoxication and
reaction, love and disgust; we aim to preserve the one
and to abolish the other, but we do not knowingly undergo
the fear of death. Indeed, it is logically impossible
that we should, since to do so would be to acquire
an experience of death such that we should be conscious
of being unconscious, sensible of being insensible, aware
of being unaware. We should be required to be and
not to be at the same instant, in view of which Lucretius
both logically and wisely advises us to remember
that when death is, we are not; and when we are, death
is not.
Experience and feeling are, however, neither logical
nor wise, and to these death is far from the mere non-being
which the poet would have us think it. To these
it has a positive reality which makes the fear of it a
genuine cause of conduct in individuals and in groups,
with a basis in knowledge such as is realized in the diminishing
of consciousness under anæsthetic, in dreams of
certain types, and most generally in the nascent imitation
of the rigor mortis which makes looking upon
the dead such a horror to most of us. Even then, however,
something is lacking toward the complete realization
of death, and children and primitive peoples never
realize it at all. Its full meaning comes out as an unsatisfied
hunger in the living rather than as a condition
of the dead, who, alive, would have satisfied this hunger.
And the realization of this meaning requires sophistication,
requires a lengthy corporate memory and
the disillusions which civilization engenders. Primitive
peoples ask for no proof of immortality because they
have no notion of mortality; civilized thinking has
largely concerned itself about the proof of immortality
because its assurance of life has been shaken by the
realization of death through the gnawing of desire which
only the dead could still. The proof which in the history
of thought is offered again and again, be it noted,
is not of the reality of life, but of the unreality and
inefficacy of death. Immortality is like eternity, a negative
term; it is immortality. The experienced fact is
mortality; and the fear of it is only an inversion of the
desire which it frustrates, just as frustrated love becomes
hatred. The doctrine of immortality, hence,
springs from the fear of death, not from the love of life,
and immortality is a value-form, not an existence. Now,
although fear of death and love of life are in constant
play in character and conduct, neither constitutes the
original, innocent urge of life within us. "Will to
live," "will to power," "struggle for existence," and
other Germanic hypostases of experienced events which
the great civil war in Europe is just now giving such
an airing, hardly deserve, as natural data, the high
metaphysical status that Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, and
company have given them. They follow in fact upon a
more primary type of living, acting form, a type to
which the "pathetic fallacy" or any other manner of
psychologizing may not apply. The most that can
be said about this type is that its earlier stages
are related to its later ones as potential is to kinetic
energy. If, since we are discussing a metaphysical issue,
we must mythologize, we might call it the "will to self-expression."
Had this "will" chanced to happen in
a world which was made for it, or had it itself been the
substance of the world, "struggle for existence," "will
to live," and "will to power," never could have supervened.
All three of these expressions designate data
which require an opposite, a counter-will, to give them
meaning. There can be a struggle for existence only when
there are obstacles thereto, a will to live only when
there are obstructions to life, a will to power only
when there is a resistance against which power may be
exercised. Expression alone is self-implying and self-sufficient,
and in an altogether favorable environment
we might have realized our instincts, impulses, interests,
appetites and desires, expressed and actualized our
potentialities, and when our day is done, have ceased,
as unconcerned about going on as about starting.
Metchnikoff speaks somewhere of an instinct toward
death and the euphoria which accompanies its realization.
He cites, I think, no more than two or three cases.
To most of us the mere notion of the existence and
operation of such an instinct seems fanciful and uncanny.
Yet from the standpoint of biology nothing
should be more natural. Each living thing has its span,
which consists of a cycle from birth through maturation
and senescence to dissolution, and the latter half
of the process is as "fateful" and "inevitable" as the
former! Dying is itself the inexpugnable conclusion
of that setting free of organic potentialities which we
call life, and if dying seems horrid and unnatural, it
seems so because for most of us death is violent, because
its occasion is a shock from without, not the realization
of a tendency from within. In a completely favorable
environment we should not struggle to exist, we
should simply exist; we should not will to live, we
should simply live, i.e., we should actualize our potentialities
and die.
But, once more alas, our environment is not completely
favorable, and there's the rub. That disorderly
constellation of instincts and appetites and interests
which constitutes the personality of the best of us does
not work itself out evenly. At the most favorable, our
self-realizations are lopsided and distorted. For every
capacity of ours in full play, there are a score at least
mutilated, sometimes extirpated, always repressed. They
never attain the free fullness of expression which is
consciousness, or when they do, they find themselves
confronted with an opponent which neutralizes their
maturation at every point. Hence, as I have already
indicated, they remain in, or revert to, the subterranean
regions of our lives, and govern the making of our
biographies from their seats below. What they fail
to attain in fact they succeed in generating in imagination
to compensate for the failure; they realize themselves
vicariously. The doctrine of immortality is the
generic form of such vicarious self-realization, as frequently
by means of dead friends and relatives to whose
absolute non-being the mind will not assent, as by
means of the everlasting heaven in which the mind may
forever disport itself amid those delights it had to
forego on earth. Much of the underlying motive of
the doctrine is a sehnsucht and nostalgia after the
absent dead; little a concern for the continuity of the
visible living. And often this passion is so intense
that system after system in the philosophic tradition
is constructed to satisfy it, and even the most disillusioned
of systems—for example, Spinoza's—will preserve
its form if not its substance.
That the "freedom of the will" shall be a particularized
compensatory desiderate like the immortality
of the soul, the unity, the spirituality, and the eternity
of the world is a perversion worked upon this ideal
by the historic accident we call Christianity. The assumptions
of that theory concerning the nature of the
universe and the destiny of man, being through and
through compensatory, changed freedom from the possible
fact and actual hope of Hellenic systems into the
"problem" of the Christian ones. The consequent
controversy over "free-will," the casuistic entanglement
of this ideal with the notion of responsibility, its
theological development in the problem of the relation
of an omnipotent God to a recalcitrant creature, have
completely obscured its primal significance. For the
ancients, the free man and the "wise man" were identical,
and the wise man was one who all in all had so
mastered the secrets of the universe that there was no
desire of his that was not actually realized, no wish
the satisfaction of which was obstructed. His way in
the world was a way without let or hindrance. Now
freedom and wisdom in this sense is never a fact and
ever a value. Its attainment ensues upon created distinctions
between appearance and reality, upon the
postulation of the metaphysical existence of the value-forms
of the unity, spirituality, and the eternity of the
world, in the realization of which the wise man founded
his wisdom and gained his freedom. Freedom, then,
is an ideal that could have arisen only in the face of
obstruction to action directed toward the fulfilling and
satisfying of interests. It is the assurance of the smooth
and uninterrupted flow of behavior; the flow of desire
into fulfilment, of thought into deed, of act into fact.
It is perhaps the most pervasive and fundamental of
all desiderates, and in a definite way the others may be
said to derive from it and to realize it. For the soul's
immortality, the world's unity and spirituality and
eternity, are but conditions which facilitate and assure
the flow of life without obstruction. They define a
world in which danger, evil, and frustration are non-existent;
they so reconstitute our actual environment
that the obstructions it offers to the course of life are
abolished. They make the world "rational," and in
the great philosophic tradition the freedom of man is
held to be a function of the rationality of the world.
Thus, even deterministic solutions of the "problem of
freedom" are at bottom no more than the rationalization
of natural existence by the dialectical removal of
obstructions to human existence. Once more, Spinoza's
solution is typical, and its form is that of all idealisms
as well. It ensues by way of identification of the obstruction's
interest with those of the obstructee: the
world becomes ego or the ego the world, with nothing
outside to hinder or to interfere. In the absolute, existence
is declared to be value de facto; in fact, de jure.
And by virtue of this compensating reciprocity the
course of life runs free.
Is any proof necessary that these value-forms are
not the contents of the daily life? If there be, why this
unvarying succession of attempts to prove that they
are the contents of daily life that goes by the name
of history of philosophy? In fact, experience as it
comes from moment to moment is not one, harmonious
and orderly, but multifold, discordant, and chaotic. Its
stuff is not spirit, but stones and railway wrecks and
volcanoes and Mexico and submarines, and trenches,
and frightfulness, and Germany, and disease, and
waters, and trees, and stars, and mud. It is not eternal,
but changes from instant to instant and from season
to season. Actually, men do not live forever; death
is a fact, and immortality is literally as well as in
philosophic discourse not so much an aspiration for the
continuity of life as an aspiration for the elimination
of death, purely immortality. Actually the will is not
free, each interest encounters obstruction, no interest
is completely satisfied, all are ultimately cut off by
death.
Such are the general features of all human experience,
by age unwithered, and with infinite variety forever
unstaled. The traditional philosophic treatment
of them is to deny their reality, and to call them appearance,
and to satisfy the generic human interest
which they oppose and repress by means of the historical
reconstruction in imaginative dialectic of a world
constituted by these most generalized value-forms and
then to eulogize the reconstruction with the epithet
"reality." When, in the course of human events, such
reconstruction becomes limited to the biography of
particular individuals, is an expression of their concrete
and unique interest, is lived and acted on, it is
called paranoia. The difference is not one of kind, but
of concreteness, application, and individuality. Such
a philosophy applied universally in the daily life is a
madness, like Christian Science: kept in its proper
sphere, it is a fine art, the finest and most human of
the arts, a reconstruction in discourse of the whole
universe, in the image of the free human spirit. Philosophy
has been reasonable because it is so unpersonal,
abstract, and general, like music; because, in spite of
its labels, its reconstructions remain pure desiderates
and value-forms, never to be confused with and substituted
for existence. But philosophers even to this
day often have the delusion that the substitutions are
actually made.92
IV
It is the purity of the value-forms imagined in philosophy
that makes philosophy "normative." The
arts, which it judges, have an identical origin and an
indistinguishable intent, but they are properly its subordinates
because they have not its purity. They, too,
aim at remodeling discordant nature into harmony with
human nature. They, too, are dominated by value-forms
which shall satisfy as nearly as possible all interests,
shall liberate and fulfil all repressions, and
shall supply to our lives that unity, eternity, spirituality,
and freedom which are the exfoliations of our
central desire—the desire to live. But where philosophy
has merely negated the concrete stuff of experience and
defined its reality in terms of desire alone, the arts
acknowledge the reality of immediate experience, accept
it as it comes, eliminating, adding, molding, until the
values desiderated become existent in the concrete immediacies
of experience as such. Art does not substitute
values for existence by changing their rôles and
calling one appearance and the other reality: art converts
values into existences, it realizes values, injecting
them into nature as far as may be. It creates truth
and beauty and goodness. But it does not claim for
its results greater reality than nature's. It claims for
its results greater immediate harmony with human interests
than nature. The propitious reality of the philosopher
is the unseen: the harmonious reality of the
artist must be sensible. Philosophy says that apparent
actual evil is merely apparent: art compels potential
apparent good actually to appear. Philosophy realizes
fundamental values transcendentally beyond experience:
art realizes them within experience. Thus, men
cherish no illusions concerning the contents of a novel,
a picture, a play, a musical composition. They are
taken for what they are, and are enjoyed for what
they are. The shopgirl, organizing her life on the
basis of eight dollars a week, wears flimsy for broadcloth
and the tail feather of a rooster for an ostrich plume.
She is as capable of wearing and enjoying broadcloth
and ostrich plume as My Lady, whose income is eight
dollars a minute. But she has not them, and in all
likelihood, without a social revolution she never will
have them. In the novels of Mr. Robert Chambers,
however, or of Miss Jean Libbey, which she religiously
reads in the street-car on her way to the shop; in the
motion picture theater which she visits for ten cents
after her supper of corned beef, cabbage, and cream
puffs, she comes into possession of them forthwith,
vicariously, and of all My Lady's proper perquisites—the
Prince Charming, the motor-car, the Chinese pug,
the flowers, and the costly bonbons. For the time being
her life is liberated, new avenues of experience are actually
opened to her, all sorts of unsatisfied desires are
satisfied, all sorts of potentialities realized. All that she
might have been and is not, she becomes through art,
here and now, and continuously with the drab workaday
life which is her lot, and she becomes this without any
compensatory derealization of that life, without any
transcendentalism, without any loss of grip on the necessities
of her experience: strengthened, on the contrary,
and emboldened, to meet them as they are.
I might multiply examples: for every object of fine
art has the same intention, and if adequate, accomplishes
the same end—from the sculptures of Phidias and the
dramas of Euripides, to the sky-scrapers of Sullivan
and the dances of Pavlowa. But there is need only to
consider the multitude of abstract descriptions of the
æsthetic encounter. The artist's business is to create
the other object in the encounter, and this object, in
Miss Puffer's words, which are completely representative
and typical, is such that "the organism is in a
condition of repose and of the highest possible tone,
functional efficiency, enhanced life. The personality is
brought into a state of unity and self-completeness."
The object, when apprehended, awakens the active functioning
of the whole organism directly and harmoniously
with itself, cuts it off from the surrounding world, shuts
that world out for the time being, and forms a complete,
harmonious, and self-sufficient system, peculiar and
unique in the fact that there is no passing from this
deed into further adaptation with the object. Struggle
and aliency are at end, and whatever activity now goes
on feels self-conserving, spontaneous, free. The need
of readjustment has disappeared, and with it the feeling
of strain, obstruction, and resistance, which is its
sign. There is nothing but the object, and that is
possessed completely, satisfying, and as if forever.
Art, in a word, supplies an environment from which
strife, foreignness, obstruction, and death are eliminated.
It actualizes unity, spirituality, and eternity
in the environment; it frees and enhances the life of the
self. To the environment which art successfully creates,
the mind finds itself completely and harmoniously
adapted by the initial act of perception.
In the world of art, value and existence are one.
V
If art may be said to create values, religion has been
said to conserve them. But the values conserved are
not those created: they are the values postulated by
philosophy as metaphysical reality. Whereas, however,
philosophy substitutes these values for the world
of experience, religion makes them continuous with the
world of experience. For religion value and existence
are on the same level, but value is more potent and
environs existence, directing it for its own ends. The
unique content of religion, hence, is a specific imaginative
extension of the environment with value-forms: the
visible world is extended at either end by heaven and
hell; the world of minds, by God, Satan, angels, demons,
saints, and so on. But where philosophy imaginatively
abolishes existence in behalf of value, where art realizes
value in existence, religion tends to control and to escape
the environment which exists by means of the
environment which is postulated. The aim of religion
is salvation from sin. Salvation is the escape from
experience to heaven and the bosom of God; while hell
is the compensatory readjustment of inner quality to
outer condition for the alien and the enemy, without
the knowledge of whose existence life in heaven could
not be complete.
In religion, hence, the conversion of the repressed
array of interests into ideal value-forms is less radical
and abstract than in philosophy, and less checked by
fusion with existence than in art. Religion is, therefore,
at one and the same time more carnal and less reasonable
than philosophy and art. Its history and protagonists
exhibit a closer kinship to what is called insanity93—that
being, in essence, the substitution in
actual life of the creatures of the imagination which
satisfy repressed needs for those of reality which repress
them. It is a somnambulism which intensifies
rather than abolishes the contrast between what is desired
and what must be accepted. It offers itself ultimately
rather as a refuge from reality than a control
of it, and its development as an institution has turned
on the creation and use of devices to make this escape
feasible. For religion, therefore, the perception that
the actual world, whatever its history, is now not
adapted to human nature, is the true point of departure.
Thus religion takes more account of experience
than compensatory philosophy; it does not de-realize
existent evil. The outer conflict between human
nature and nature, primitively articulated in consciousness
and conduct by the distress engendered through
the fact that the food supply depends upon the march
of the seasons,94 becomes later assimilated to the inner
conflict between opposing interests, wishes, and desires.
Finally, the whole so constituted gets expressed in the
idea of sin. That idea makes outward prosperity dependent
upon inward purity, although it often transfers
the locus of the prosperity to another world. Through
its operation fortune becomes a function of conscience
and the one desire of religious thinking and religious
practice becomes to bring the two to a happy outcome,
to abolish the conflicts. This desiderated abolition
is salvation. It is expressed in the ideas of a fall,
or a separation from heaven and reunion therewith.
The machinery of this reunion of the divided, the reconversion
of the differentiated into the same, consists
of the furniture of religious symbols and
ceremonials—myths, baptisms, sacraments, prayers, and
sacrifices: and all these are at the same time instruments
and expressions of desires. God is literally "the conservation
of values."95 "God's life in eternity," writes
Aristotle, who here dominates the earlier tradition, "is
that which we enjoy in our best moments, but are unable
to possess permanently: its very being is delight.
And as actual being is delight, so the various functions
of waking, perceiving, thinking, are to us the pleasantest
parts of our life. Perfect and absolute thought is
just this absolute vision of perfection."96
Even the least somnambulistic of the transcendental
philosophies has repeated, not improved upon Aristotle.
"The highest conceptions that I get from experience
of what goodness and beauty are," Royce declares, "the
noblest life that I can imagine, the completest blessedness
that I can think, all these are but faint suggestions
of a truth that is infinitely realized in the Divine,
that knows all truth. Whatever perfection there is suggested
in these things, that he must fully know and
experience."
But this æsthetic excellence, this maximum of ideality
is in and by itself inadequate. God, to be God, must
work. He is first of all the invisible socius, the ever-living
witness, in whose eyes the disharmonies and injustices
of this life are enregistered, and who in the
life everlasting redresses the balances and adjusts the
account. Even his grace is not unconditional; it requires
a return, in deed or faith; a payment by which
the fact of his salvation is made visible. But this payment
is made identical by the great religions of disillusion
with nothing other than the concrete condition
from which the faithful are to be saved. If the self
is not impoverished, unkempt, and hungry, in fact, it
is made so. Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but
self-defilement is godliness; sainthood, if we are to trust
the lives of saints, whether in Asia or in Europe, is coincident
with insanitation; saintly virtues are depressed
virtues,—humility, hope, meekness, pity; and such conditions
of life which define the holy ones are unwholesome—poverty,
asceticism, squalor, filth. Hence, by
an ironic inversion, religions of disillusion, being other-worldly,
identify escape from an actual unpropitious
environment with submergence in it; that being the
visible and indispensable sign of an operative grace. So
the beatitudes: the blessed are the poor, the mourners,
the meek. Beginning as a correction of the evils of
existence, religion ends by offering an infallible avenue
of escape from them through postulating a desiderated
type of existence which operates to gather the spirit to
itself. For this reason the value-forms of the spirituality
or spiritual control of the universe and of the
immortality of the soul have been very largely the practical
concern of religion alone, since these are the
instruments indispensable to the attainment of salvation.
In so far forth religion has been an art and its
institutional association with the arts has been made
one of its conspicuous justifications. So far, however,
as it has declared values to be operative without making
them actually existent it has been only a black art,
a magic. It has ignored the actual causes in the nature
and history of things, and has substituted for them
non-existent desirable causes, ultimately reducible to a
single, eternal, beneficent spirit, omnipotent and free.
To convert these into existence, an operation which is
the obvious intent of much contemporary thinking in
religion,97 it must, however, give up the assumption that
they already exist qua spirit. But when religion gives
up this assumption, religion gives up the ghost.
What it demands of the ghost, and of all hypostatized
or anthropomorphized ultimate value-forms, is that they
shall work, and its life as an institution depends
upon making them work. Christian Science becomes
a refuge from the failure of science, magic from mechanism,
and by means of them and their kind, blissful immortality,
complete self-fulfilment is to be attained—after
death. There is a "beautiful land of somewhere,"
a happy life beyond, but it is beyond life. In fact,
although religion confuses value and existence, it localizes
the great value-forms outside of existence. Its
history has been an epic of the retreat and decimation
of the gods from the world, a movement from animism
and pluralism to transcendentalism and monism; and
concomitantly, of an elaboration and extension of institutional
devices by which the saving value-forms are
to be made and kept operative in the world.
VI
Let us consider this history a little.
Consciousness of feeling, psychologists are agreed, is
prior to consciousness of the objects of feeling. The
will's inward strain, intense throbs of sensation, pangs
and pulses of pleasure and pain make up the
bulk of the undifferentiated primal sum of sentience.
The soul is aware of herself before she
is aware of her world. A childish or primeval
mind, face to face with an environment actual,
dreamt, or remembered, does not distinguish from
its privacy the objective or the common. All is
shot through with the pathos and triumph which come
unaccountably as desired good or evaded evil; all has
the same tensions and effects ends in the same manner
as the laboring, straining, volitional life within. These
feelings, residuary qualities, the last floating, unattached
sediment of a world organized by association
and classified by activity, these subtlest of all its beings,
finally termed mind and self, at first suffuse and dominate
the whole. Even when objects are distinguished
and their places determined these are not absent; and
the so-called pre-animistic faiths are not the less suffused
with spirit because the spiritual has not yet received
a local habitation and name. They differ from
animism in this only, not in that their objects are characterized
by lack of animation and vital tonality. And
this is necessary. For religion must be anthropopathic
before it becomes anthropomorphic; since feeling, eloquent
of good and evil, is the first and deepest essence
of consciousness, and only by its wandering from home
are forms distinguished and man's nature separated
from that of things and beasts.
When practice has coördinated activity, and reflection
distinguished places, animism proper arises. First
the environment is felt as the soul's kindred; then its
operations are fancied in terms dramatic and personal.
The world becomes almost instinctively defined as a
hegemony of spirits similar to man, with powers and
passions like his, and directed for his destruction or conservation,
but chiefly for their own glory and self-maintenance.
The vast "pathetic fallacy" makes religion
of the whole of life. It is at this point indistinguishable
from science or ethics. It is, in fact, the pregnant
matrix of all subsequent discourse about the universe.
Its character is such that it becomes the determinating
factor of human adaptations to the conditions
imposed by the environment, by envisaging the
enduring and efficacious elements among these conditions
as persons. The satisfaction of felt needs is rendered
thereby inevitably social; and in a like manner fear
of their frustration cannot be unsocial. Life is conceived
and acted out as a miraculous traffic with the
universe; and the universe as a band of spirits who
monopolize the good and make free gifts of evil, who
can be feared, threatened, worshiped, scolded, wheedled,
coaxed, bribed, deceived, enslaved, held in awe, and
above all, used for the prosecution of desiderated
ends and the fulfilment of instinctive desires. The first
recorded cognized order is a moral order in which fragmentary
feelings, instinctive impulsions, and spontaneous
imaginings are hypostatized, ideas are identified
with their causes, all the contents of the immature, sudden,
primitive, blundering consciousness receive a vital
figure and a proper name. So man makes himself more
at home in the world without,—that world which enslaves
the spirit so fearfully and with such strangeness,
and which just as miraculously yields such ecstasy, such
power, such unaccountable good! In this immediate sense
the soul controls the world by becoming symbolic of it;
it is the world's first language. It is, however, an inarticulate,
blundering, incoherent thing and the cues
which it furnishes to the nature of the environment are
as often as not dangerous and misleading. When bows
and arrows, crystals and caves, clouds and waters, dung
and dew, mountains and trees, beasts and visions, are
treated as chiefs and men must be treated, then the
moral regimen initiated, taking little account of the
barest real qualities manifested by these things, and
attributing the maximum importance to the characters
postulated and foreign, is successful neither in allaying
evil nor in extending good. Its benefits are adventitious
and its malfeasance constant. Food buried with the
dead was food lost; blood smeared upon the bow to
make it shoot better served only to make the hands
unskilful by impeding their activity. Initiation, ceremony,
sacrificial ritual, fasting, and isolation involved
privations for which no adequate return was recovered,
even by the medicine-man whose absolute and ephemeral
power needed only the betrayal of circumstances for its
own destruction, taking him along with it, oftener than
not, to disgrace or death.
As the cumulus of experience on experience grew
greater, chance violations of tradition, or custom, or
ritual, or formula achieving for the violator a mastery
or stability which performance and obedience failed to
achieve, the new heresy became the later orthodoxy, for
in religion, as in all other matters human, nothing succeeds
like success. An impotent god has no divinity;
a disused potency means a dying life among the immortals
as on the earth. And as the gods themselves
seemed often to give their worshipers the lie, the futility
of the personal and dramatic definitions of the
immediate environment became slowly recognized, the
recognition varying in extent, and clearer in practice
than in discourse.
Accordingly the most primitive of the animisms underwent
a necessary modification. The plasticity of
objects under destructive treatment, the impotence of
taboo before elementary needs, the adequate satisfactions
which violations of the divine law brought,—these
killed many gods and drove others from their homes
in the hearts of things. The objects so purged became
matters of accurate knowledge. Where animation is
denied the whole environment, wisdom begins to distinguish
between spirit-haunted matter and the purely
material; knowledge of person and knowledge of things
differentiate, and science, the impersonal and more potent
knowledge of the environment, properly begins.
Familiarity leads to control, control to contempt, and
for the unreflective mind, personality is not, as for
the sophisticated, an attribute of the contemptible. The
incalculable appearance of thunder, the magic greed of
fire, the malice, the spontaneity, the thresh and pulse
as of life which seems to characterize whatever is capricious
or impenetrable or uncontrollable are too much
like the felt throbs of consciousness to become dehumanized.
To the variable alone, therefore, is transcendent
animation attributed. Not the seasonal variation
of the sun's heat, but the joy and the sorrow of which
his heat is the occasion made him divine. When the
gods appear, to take the place of the immanent spirits
immediately present in things, they appear, therefore,
as already transcendent, with habitations just beyond
the well-known: on high mountains, in the skies, in dark
forests, in caves, in all regions feared or unexplored.
But chiefly the gods inhabit those spaces whence issue
the power of darkness and destruction, particularly the
heaven, a word whose meaning is now, as it was primitively,
identical with divinity. The savage becomes a
pagan by giving concrete personality to the dreadful
unknown. Thence it is that the ancient poet assigns
the gods a lineage of fear; and fear may truly be said
to have made the gods, in so far as the gods personify
the fear which made them.
The moral level of these figments alters with the level
of their habitation; their power varies with their remoteness;
Zeus lives in the highest heaven and is arbiter
of the destiny of both gods and man. To him and
to his like there cannot be the relation of equality which
is sustained between men and spirits of the lower order.
His very love is blasting; interchange of commodities,
good for good and evil for evil is not possible where
he is concerned. Gods of the higher order he exemplifies,
even all the gods of Olympus, of the Himalayas, of
Valhalla, are literally beings invoked and implored, as
well as dwellers in heaven. To them man pays a toll
on all excellence he gains or finds; libations and burnt-offerings,
the fat and the first fruits: he exists by
their sufferance and serves their caprice. He is
their toy, born for their pleasure, and living by their
need.
But just because men conceive themselves to be play-things
of the gods, they define in the gods the ideals
of mankind. For the divine power is power to live
forever, and the sum of human desire is just the desire
to maintain its humanity in freedom and happiness
endlessly. And exactly those capacities and instruments
of self-maintenance,—all that is beauty, or truth,
or goodness, the very essence of value in any of its
forms,—the gods are conceived to possess and to control:
these they may grant, withhold, destroy. They are
as eternal as their habitations, the mountains; as ruthless
as their element, the sea; as omnipresent as the
heavens, their home. To become like the gods, therefore,
the masters and fathers of men, is to remain
eternally and absolutely human: so that who is most
like them on earth takes his place beside them in heaven.
Hercules and Elias and Krishna, Çaka-Muni and Ishvara,
Jesus and Baha Ullah. Nay, they are the very
gods themselves, manifest as men! The history of the
gods thus presents a double aspect: it is first a characterization
of the important objects and processes of
nature and their survival-values,—the sun, thunder,
rain, and earthquakes; dissolution, rebirth, and love;
and again it is the narration of activities native and
delightful to mankind. Zeus is a promiscuous lover as
well as a wielder of thunderbolts; Apollo not only drives
the chariot of the sun; he plays and dances, discourses
melody and herds sheep.
But while the portrait of the heart's desire in fictitious
adventures of divinity endears the gods to the
spirit, the exploration of the elements in the environment
whose natures they dramatically express, destroys
their force, reduces their number, and drives them still
further into the unknown. Olympus is surrendered for
the planets and the fixed stars. With remoteness of
location comes transmutation of character. The forces
of the environment which were the divinity are now
conceived as instrumental to its uses. Its power is
more subtly described; its nature becomes a more purely
ideal expression of human aspiration. Physical remoteness
and metaphysical ultimacy are akin. God among
the stars is better than God on Olympus. If, as with the
Parsees, the unfavorable character of the environment
is expressed in another and equal being,—the devil,
then the god of good must, in the symbolic struggle, become
the ultimate victor and remain the more potent
director of man's destiny. In religion, therefore, when
the mind grows at all by experience, monism develops
spontaneously. For the character of the god becomes
increasingly more relevant to hope than to the conditions
of hope's satisfaction. And what man first of all
and beyond all aspires to, is that single, undivided good,—the
free flow of his unitary life, stable, complete,
eternal. There is hence always to be found a chief and
father among the gods who, as mankind gain in wisdom
and in material power, consumes his mates and his children
like Kronos or Jahweh, inherits their attributes
and performs their functions. The chief divinity becomes
the only divinity; a god becomes God. But
divinity, in becoming one and unique, becomes also transcendent.
Monotheism pushes God altogether beyond
the sensible environment. Personality, instead of being
the nature of the world, has become its ground and
cause, and all that mankind loves is conserved, in order
that man, whom God loves, may have his desire and live
forever. Life is eternal and happiness necessary, beyond
nature,—in heaven. Finally, in transcendental
idealism, the poles meet; what has been put eternally
apart is eternally united; the immaterial, impalpable,
transcendent heaven is made one and continuous with
the gross and unhappy natural world. One is the other;
the other the one. God is the world and transcends it; is
the evil and the good which conquers and consumes that
evil. The environment becomes thus described as a
single, eternal, conscious unity, in which all the actual
but transitory values of the actual but transitory life
are conserved and eternalized. In a description of God
such as Royce's or Aristotle's the environment is the
eternity of all its constituents that are dearest to man.
Religion, which began as a definition of the environment
as it moved and controlled mankind, ends by describing
it as mankind desires it to be. The environment
is now the aforementioned ideal socius or self which
satisfies perfectly all human requirements. Pluralistic
and quarrelsome animism has become monistic and harmonious
spiritism. Forces have turned to excellences
and needs to satisfactions. Necessity has been transmuted
to Providence, sin has been identified with salvation,
value with existence, and existence with impotence
and illusion before Providence, salvation, and value.
VII
With this is completed the reply to the question:
Why do men contradict their own experience? Experience
is, as Spinoza says, passion and action, both inextricably
mingled and coincident, with the good and
evil of them as interwoven as they. That piecemeal
conquest of the evil which we call civilization has not
even the promise of finality. It is a Penelope's web,
always needing to be woven anew. Now, in experience
desire anticipates and outleaps action and fact rebuffs
desire. Desire realizes itself, consequently, in ideas
objectified by the power of speech into independent and
autonomous subjects of discourse, whereby experience
is One, Eternal, a Spirit or Spiritually Controlled,
wherein man has Freedom and Immortality. These, the
constantly desiderated traits of a perfect universe, are
in fact the limits of what adequacy environmental satisfactions
can attain, ideas hypostatized, normative of
existence, but not constituting it. With them, in philosophy
and religion, the mind confronts the experiences
of death and obstruction, of manifoldness, change and
materiality, and denies them, as Peter denied Jesus.
The visible world, being not as we want it, we imagine
an unseen one that satisfies our want, declaring the
visible one an illusion by its side. So we work a radical
substitution of desiderates for actualities, of ideals for
facts, of values for existences. Art alone acknowledges
the actual relations between these contrasting pairs.
Art alone so operates as in fact to convert their oppugnance
into identity. Intrinsically, its whole purpose
and technique consists of transmutation of values into
existences, in the incarnation the realization of values.
The philosophy and religion of tradition, on the contrary,
consists intrinsically in the flat denial of reality,
or at least, co-reality, to existence, and the transfer of
that eulogium to value-forms as such.
Metaphysics, theology, ethics, logic, æsthetics, dialectic
developments as they are of "norms" or "realities"
which themselves can have no meaning without
the "apparent," changing world they measure and belie,
assume consequently a detachment and self-sufficiency
they do not actually possess. Their historians have
treated them as if they had no context, as if the elaboration
of the ideal tendencies of the successive systems
explained their origin, character, and significance. But
in fact they are unendowed with this pure intrinsicality,
and their development is not to be accounted for as
exteriorization of innate motive or an unfoldment of inward
implications. They have a context; they are
crossed and interpenetrated by outer interests and extraneous
considerations. Their meaning, in so far as
it is not merely æsthetic, is nil apart from these interests
and considerations of which they are sometimes expressions,
sometimes reconstructions, and from which they
are persistently refuges.
Philosophy and religion are, in a word, no less than
art, social facts. They are responses to group situations
without which they cannot be understood. Although
analysis has shown them to be rooted in certain persistent
motives and conditions of human nature by
whose virtue they issue in definite contours and significances,
they acquire individuality and specific importance
only through interaction with the constantly varying
social situations in which they arise, on which they
operate, and by which they are in turn operated on.
Philosophy has perhaps suffered most of all from
nescience of those and from devoting itself, at a minimum,
to the satisfaction of that passion for oneness,
for "logical consistency" without which philosophic
"systems" would never arise, nor the metaphysical
distinction between "appearance" and "reality"; and
with which the same systems have made up a historic aggregate
of strikingly repugnant and quarrelsome units.
It is this pursuit of consistency as against correctness
which has resulted in the irrelevance of philosophy that
the philosopher, unconscious of his motives and roots,
or naïvely identifying, through the instrumentality of
an elaborate dialectic, his instinctive and responsive
valuations of existence with its categoric essences, confuses
with inward autonomy and the vision of the "real."
Consequently, the systems of tradition begin as attempts
to transvalue social situations whose existence
is troublesome and end as utterances of which the specific
bearing, save to the system of an opponent, is undiscoverable.
The attempt to correct the environment
in fact concludes as an abolition of it in words. The
philosophic system becomes a solipsism, a pure lyric
expression of the appetites of human nature.
For this perversity of the philosophic tradition Plato
is perhaps, more than any one else, answerable. He is
the first explicitly to have reduplicated the world, to
have set existences over against values, to have made
them dependent upon values, to have assigned absolute
reality to the compensatory ideals, and to have identified
philosophy with preoccupation with these ideals. Behind
his theory of life lay far from agreeable personal
experience of the attitude of political power toward
philosophic ideas. Its ripening was coincident with the
most distressing period of the history of his country.
The Peloponnesian War was the confrontation of two
social systems, radically opposed in form, method, and
outlook. Democracy, in Athens, had become synonymous
with demagoguery, corruption, inefficiency, injustice
and unscrupulousness in every aspect of public
affairs. The government had no consistent policy and
no centralized responsibility; divided counsel led to continual
disaster without, and party politics rotted the
strength within. Beside Athens, Sparta, a communistic
oligarchy, was a tower of strength and effectiveness.
The Spartans made mistakes; they were slow, inept,
rude, and tyrannical, but they were a unit on the war,
their policy was consistent, responsibilities were adequately
centered, good order and loyalty designated the
aims and habits of life.98 The Republic is the response
to the confrontation of Spartan and Athenian; the attempt
to find an adequate solution of the great social
problem this confrontation expressed. The successful
state becomes in it the model for the metaphysical one,
and the difference between fact and ideal is amended by
dialectically forcing the implications of existence in the
direction of desire. Neither Athens nor Sparta presented
a completely satisfactory social organization.
There must therefore exist a type of social organization
which is so satisfying. It must have existed from
eternity, and must be in essence identical with eternal
good, identical with that oneness and spirituality, lacking
which, nothing is important. This archetypal social
organization whose essence is excellence, it is the congenital
vocation of the philosopher to contemplate and
to realize. Philosophers are hence the paragons among
animals, lovers of truth, haters of falsehood and of
multiplicity, spectators of all time and all existence.
In them the power to govern should be vested. Their
nature is of the same stuff as the Highest Good with
which it concerns itself, but being such, it appears,
merely "appears" alas! irrelevant to the actual situations
of the daily life. The philosopher is hence opposed
and expelled by that arch-sophist, Public Opinion: the
man on the street, failing to understand him, dubs him
prater, star-gazer, good-for-nothing.99 He becomes an
ineffectual stranger, an outlaw, in a world in which he
should be master.
Plato's description of the philosopher and philosophy
is, it will be seen, at once an apology and a program. But
it is a program which has been petrified into a
compensatory ideal. The confession of impotence, the
abandonment of the programmatic intent is due to identification
of the ideal with metaphysical fact, to the
hypostasis of the ideal. With Christianism, that being
a philosophy operating as a religion, world-weariness
made the apology unnecessary and converted the hypostasis
into the basis of that program of complete
surrender of the attempt to master the problems of existence
upon which ensued the arrest of science and civilization
for a thousand years. The Greeks were not
world-weary, and consequently, their joy in life and
existence contributed a minimum of relevance to their
other-worldly dreams. Need it be reasserted that the
whole Platonic system, at its richest and best in the
Republic, is both an expression of and a compensation
for a concrete social situation? Once it was formulated
it became a part of that situation, altered it, served
as another among the actual causes which determined
the subsequent history of philosophy. Its historic and
efficacious significance is defined by that situation, but
philosophers ignore the situation and accept the system
as painters accept a landscape—as the thing in
itself.
Now, the æsthetic aspect of the philosophic system,
its autonomy, and consequent irrelevancy, are undeniable.
Once it comes to be, its intrinsic excellence may
constitute its infallible justification for existence, with
no more to be said; and if its defenders or proponents
claimed nothing more for it than this immediate satisfactoriness,
there would be no quarrel with them. There
is, however, present in their minds a sense of the other
bearings of their systems. They claim them, in any
event, to be true, that is, to be relevant to a situation
regarded as more important because more lastingly determinative
of conduct, more "real" than the situation
of which they are born. Their systems are offered,
hence, as maps of life, as guides to the everlasting.
That they intend to define some method for the conservation
of life eternally, is clear enough from their initial
motivation and formal issue: all the Socratics, with
their minds fixed on happiness or salvation according
to the prevalence of disillusionment among them; the
Christian systems, still Socratic, but as resolutely other-worldly
as disillusioned Buddhists; the systems of Spinoza,
of Kant, the whole subsequent horde of idealisms,
up to the contemporary Germanoid and German idealistic
soliloquies,—they all declare that the vanity and
multiplicity of life as it is leads them to seek for the
permanent and the meaningful, and they each find it
according to the idiosyncrasies of the particular impulses
and terms they start with. That their Snark
turns out in every case to be a Boojum is another
story.
Yet this story is what gives philosophy, like religion,
its social significance. If its roots, as its actual biography
shows, did not reach deep in the soil of events,
if its issues had no fruitage in events made over by its
being, it would never have been so closely identified with
intelligence and its systematic hypostasis would never
have ensued. The fact is that philosophy, like all forms
of creative intelligence, is a tool before it is a perfection.
Its autonomy supervenes on its efficaciousness; it
does not precede its efficaciousness. Men philosophize in
order to live before they live in order to philosophize.
Aristotle's description of the self-sufficiency of theory
is possible only for a life wherein theory had already
earned this self-sufficiency as practice, in a life, that
is, which is itself an art, organized by the application
of value-forms to its existent psycho-physical processes
in such a way that its existence incarnates the values
it desiderates and the values perfect the existence that
embodies them.
The biography of philosophy, hence, reveals it to have
the same possibilities and the same fate that all other
ideas have. Today ideas are the patent of our humanity,
the stuff and form of intelligence, the differentiæ between
us and the beasts. In so far forth, they express
the surplusage of vitality over need, the creative freedom
of life at play. This is the thing we see in the
imaginings and fantasies of childhood, whose environment
is by social intent formed to favor and sustain its
being. The capacity for spontaneity of idea appears
to decrease with maturity, and the few favored healthy
mortals with whom it remains are called men of genius.
William James was such a man, and there are a few
still among the philosophers. But in the mass and in
the long run, ideas are not a primary confirmation of
our humanity; in the mass and long they are warnings
of menace to it, a sign of its disintegration. Even
so radical an intellectualist as Mr. Santayana cherishes
this observation to the degree of almost suggesting it as
the dogma that all ideas have their origin in inner or
outer maladjustment.100 However this may be, that
the dominant philosophic ideas arise out of radical disharmonies
between nature and human nature need not
be here reiterated, while the provocative character of
minor maladjustments is to be inferred from the fertility
of ideas in unstable minds, of whatever type, from
the neurasthenic to the mad. Ideas represent in these
cases the limits of vital elasticity, the attempt of the
organism to maintain its organic balance; it is as if a
balloon, compressed on one side, bulged on the other.
Ideas, then, bear three types of relations to organic
life, relations socially incarnated in traditional art,
religion, and philosophy. First of all they may be an
expression of innate capacities, the very essence of the
freedom of life. In certain arts, such as music, they
are just this. In the opposite case they may be the
effect of the compression of innate capacities, an outcome
of obstruction to the free low of life. They are
then compensatory. Where expressive ideas are confluent
with existence, compensatory ideas diverge from
existence; they become pure value-forms whose paramount
realization is traditional philosophy. Their rise
and motivation in both these forms is unconscious. They
are ideas, but not yet intelligence. The third instance
falls between these original two. The idea is neither
merely a free expression of innate capacities, nor a
compensation for their obstruction or compression.
Arising as the effect of a disharmony, it develops as an
enchannelment of organic powers directed to the conversion
of the disharmony into an adjustment. It does
not use up vital energies like the expressive idea, it is
not an abortion of them, like the compensatory idea.
It uses them, and is aware that it uses them—that is,
it is a program of action upon the environment, of
conversion of values into existences. Such an idea
has the differentia of intelligence. It is creative; it
actually converts nature into forms appropriate to
human nature. It abolishes the Otherworld of the compensatory
tradition in philosophy by incarnating it
in this world; it abolishes the Otherworld of the religionist,
rendered important by belittling the actual
one, by restoring the working relationships between
thoughts and things. This restoration develops as
reconstruction of the world in fact. It consists specifically
of the art and science which compose the efficacious
enterprises of history and of which the actual
web of our civilization is spun.
Manifest in its purity in art, it attends unconsciously
both religion and philosophy, for the strands of life
keep interweaving, and whatever is, in our collective
being, changes and is changed by whatever else may be,
that is in reach. The life of reason is initially unconscious
because it can learn only by living to seek a
reason for life. Once it discovers that it can become
self-maintaining alone through relevance to its ground
and conditions, the control which this relevance yields
makes it so infectious that it tends to permeate every
human institution, even religion and philosophy. Philosophy,
it is true, has lagged behind even religion in
relevancy, but the lagging has been due not to the
intention of the philosopher but to the inherent character
of the task he assumed. Both art and religion, we
have seen, possess an immediacy and concreteness which
philosophy lacks. Art reconstructs correlative portions
of the environment for the eye, the ear, the hopes and
fears of the daily life. Religion extends this reconstruction
beyond the actual environment, but applies its saving
technique at the critical points in the career of the
group or the individual; to control the food-supply, to
protect in birth, pubescence, marriage, and death. All
its motives are grounded in specific instincts and needs,
all its reconstructions and compensations culminate
with reference to these. Philosophy, on the other hand,
deals with the whole nature of man and his whole environment.
It seeks primaries and ultimates. Its traditional
task is so to define the universe as to articulate
thereby a theory of life and eternal salvation. It
establishes contact with reality at no individual, specific
point: its reals are "real in general." It aims, in a
word, to be relevant to all nature, and to express the
whole soul of man. The consequence is inevitable: it
forfeits relevance to everything natural; touching nothing
actual, it reconstructs nothing actual. Its concretest
incarnation is a dialectic design woven of words.
The systems of tradition, hence, are works of art, to be
contemplated, enjoyed, and believed in, but not to be
acted on. For, since action is always concrete and
specific, always determined to time, place, and occasion,
we cannot in fact adapt ourselves to the aggregate
infinitude of the environment, or that to ourselves.
Something always stands out, recalcitrant, invincible,
defiant. But it is just such an adaptation that philosophy
intends, and the futility of the intention is evinced
by the fact that the systems of tradition continue side
by side with the realities they deny, and live unmixed
in one and the same mind, as a picture of the ocean
on the wall of a dining room in an inland town. Our
operative relations to them tend always to be essentially
æsthetic. We may and do believe in them in spite of
life and experience, because belief in them, involving no
action, involves no practical risk. Where action is a
consequence of a philosophic system, the system seems
to dichotomize into art and religion. It becomes particularized
into a technique of living or the dogma of
a sect, and so particularized it becomes radically self-conscious
and an aspect of creative intelligence.
So particularized, it is, however, no longer philosophy,
and philosophy has (I hope I may say this without
professional bias) an inalienable place in the life of
reason. This place is rationally defined for it by the
discovery of its ground and function in the making of
civilization; and by the perfection of its possibilities
through the definition of its natural relationships.
Thus, it is, in its essential historic character at least,
as fine an art as music, the most inward and human of
all arts. It may be, and human nature being what it
is, undoubtedly will continue to be, an added item to
the creations wherewith man makes his world a better
place to live in, precious in that it envisages and projects
the excellences and perfections his heart desires
and his imagination therefore defines. So taken, it is
not a substitution for the world, but an addition to it,
a refraction of it through the medium of human nature,
as a landscape painting by Whistler or Turner is not
a substitution for the actual landscape, but an interpretation
and imaginative perfection of it, more suitable
to the eye of man. A system like Bergson's is such
a work, and its æsthetic adequacy, its beauty, may be
measured by the acknowledgment it receives and the
influence it exercises. Choosing one of the items of
experience as its medium, and this item the most precious
in the mind's eye which the history of philosophy reveals,
it proceeds to fabricate a dialectical image of
experience in which all the compensatory desiderates
are expressed and realized. It entices minds of all orders,
and they are happy to dwell in it, for the nonce
realizing in the perception of the system the values
it utters. By abandoning all pretense to be true, philosophic
systems of the traditional sort may attain the
simple but supreme excellence of beauty, and rest content
therewith.
The philosophic ideal, however, is traditionally not
beauty but truth: the function of a philosophic system
is not presentative, but representative and causal, and
that the systems of tradition have had and still have
consequences as well as character, is obvious enough.
It is, however, to be noted that these consequences have
issued out of the fact that the systems have been specific
items of existence among other equally and even
more specific items, thought by particular men, at particular
times and in particular places. As such they
have been programs for meeting events and incarnating
values; operative ideals aiming to recreate the
world according to determined standards. They have
looked forward rather than backward, have tacitly
acknowledged the reality of change, the irreducible
pluralism of nature, and the genuineness of the activities,
oppugnant or harmonizing, between the items of
the Cosmic. Many they ostensibly negate. The truth,
in a word, has been experimental and prospective; the
desiderates they uttered operated actually as such and
not as already existing. Historians of philosophy,
treating it as if it had no context, have denied or ignored
this rôle of philosophy in human events, but historians
of the events themselves could not avoid observing
and enregistering it.
Only within very recent years, as an effect of the
concept of evolution in the field of the sciences, have
philosophers as such envisaged this non-æsthetic aspect
of philosophy's ground and function in the making of
civilization and have made it the basis for a sober vision
which may or may not have beauty, but which cannot
have finality. Such a vision is again nothing more
than traditional philosophy become conscious of its
character and limitations and shorn of its pretense.
It is a program to execute rather than a metaphysic
to rest in. Its procedure is the procedure of all the arts
and sciences. It frankly acknowledges the realities of
immediate experience, the turbulence and complexity of
the flux, the interpenetrative confusion of orders, the
inward self-diversification of even the simplest thing,
which "change" means, and the continual emergence
of novel entities, unforeseen and unprevisible, from the
reciprocal action of the older aggregate. This perceptual
reality it aims to remould according to the
heart's desire. Accordingly it drops the pretense of
envisaging the universe and devotes itself to its more
modest task of applying its standards to a particular
item that needs to be remade. It is believed in, but no
longer without risk, for, without becoming a dogma, it
still subjects itself to the tests of action. So it acknowledges
that it must and will itself undergo constant
modification through the process of action, in which it
uses events, in their meanings rather than in their natures,
to map out the future and to make it amenable to
human nature. Philosophy so used is, as John Dewey
somewhere says, a mode and organ of experience among
many others. In a world the very core of which is
change, it is directed upon that which is not yet, to
previse and to form its character and to map out the
way of life within it. Its aim is the liberation and enlargement
of human capacities, the enfranchisement of
man by the actual realization of values. In its integrate
character therefore, it envisages the life of
reason and realizes it as the art of life. Where it is
successful, beauty and use are confluent and identical
in it. It converts sight into insight. It infuses existence
with value, making them one. It is the concrete
incarnation of Creative Intelligence.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Punctuation has been normalized.
As well as obvious misprints have been corrected.