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Man, A
Link Between Two Worlds
by Johann Gottfried Herder
Every thing in nature is connected: one state
pushes forward and prepares another. If then man be
the last and highest link, closing the chain of
terrestrial organization, he must begin the chain
of a higher order of creatures as its lowest link,
and is probably, therefore, the middle ring between
two adjoining systems of the creation. He cannot
pass into any other organization upon earth,
without turning backwards, and wandering in a
circle: for him to stand still is impossible; since
no living power in the dominions of the most active
goodness is at rest; thus there must be a step
before him, close to him, yet as exalted above him,
as he is preeminent over the brute, to whom he is
at the same time nearly allied. This view of
things, which is supported by all the laws of
nature, alone gives us the key to the wonderful
phenomenon of man, and at the same time to the only
philosophy of his history. For
thus,
I. The singular inconsistency of man's
condition becomes clear. As an animal he tends to
the earth, and is attached to it as his habitation:
as a man he has within him the seeds of
immortality, which require to be planted in another
soil. As an animal he can satisfy his wants; and
men that are contented with this feel themselves
sufficiently happy here below: but they who seek a
nobler destination find every thing around them
imperfect and incomplete; what is most noble is
never accomplished upon earth, what is most pure is
seldom firm and durable: this theater is but a
place of exercise and trial for the powers of our
hearts and minds. The history of the human species,
with what it has attempted, and what has befallen
it, the exertions it has made, and the revolutions
it has undergone sufficiently proves this. Now and
then a philosopher, a good man, arose, and
scattered opinions, precepts, and actions on the
flood of time: a few waves played in circles around
them, but these the stream soon carried away and
obliterated: the jewel of their noble purposes sunk
to the bottom. Fools overpowered the councils of
the wise; and spendthrifts inherited the treasures
of wisdom collected by their forefathers. Far as
the life of man here below is from being calculated
for eternity, equally far is this incessantly
revolving sphere from being a repository of
permanent works of art, a garden of never-fading
plants, a seat to be eternally inhabited. We come
and go: every moment brings thousands into the
world, and takes thousands out of it. The earth is
an inn for travelers; a planet, on which birds of
passage rest themselves, and from which they hasten
away. The brute lives out his life; and, if his
years be too few to attain higher ends, his inmost
purpose is accomplished: his capacities exist, and
he is what he was intended to be. Man alone is in
contradiction with himself, and with the earth:
for, being the most perfect of all creatures, his
capacities are the farthest from being perfected,
even when he attains the longest term of life
before he quits the world. But the reason is
evident: his state, being the last upon this earth,
is the first in another sphere of existence, with
respect to which he appears here as a child making
his first essays. Thus he is the representative of
two worlds at once; and hence the apparent
duplicity of his essence.
II. Thus it becomes clear, what part must
predominate in most men here below. The greater
part of man is of the animal kind: he has brought
into the world only a capacity for humanity, which
must be first formed in him by diligence and labor.
In how few is it rightly formed! and how slender
and delicate is the divine plant even in the best!
Throughout life the brute prevails over the man,
and most permit it to sway them at pleasure. This
incessantly drags man down, while the spirit
ascends, while the heart pants after a freer
sphere: and as the present appears more lively to a
sensual creature than the remote, as the visible
operates upon him more powerfully than the
invisible, it is not difficult to conjecture, which
way the balance will incline. Of how little pure
delight, of how little pure knowledge and virtue,
is man capable! And were he capable of more, to how
little is he accustomed! The noblest compositions
here below are debased by inferior propensities, as
the voyage of life is perplexed by contrary winds;
and the creator, mercifully strict, has mixed the
two causes of disorder together, that one might
correct the other, and that the germ of immortality
might be more effectually fostered by tempests,
than by gentle gales. A man who has experienced
much has learned much: the careless and indolent
knows not what is within him; and still less does
he feel with conscious satisfaction how far his
powers extend. Thus life is a conflict, and the
garland of pure immortal humanity is with
difficulty obtained. The goal is before the runner:
by him who fights for virtue, in death the palm
will be obtained.
III. Thus, if superior creatures look down upon
us, they may view us in the same light as we do the
middle species, with which nature makes a
transition from one element to another. The ostrich
flaps his feeble wings to assist himself in
running, but they cannot enable him to fly: his
heavy body confines him to the ground. Yet the
organizing parent has taken care of him, as well as
of every middle creature; for they are all perfect
in themselves, and only appear defective to our
eyes. It is the same with man here below: his
defects are perplexing to an earthly mind; but a
superior spirit, that inspects the internal
structure, and sees more links of the chain, may
indeed pity, but cannot despise him. He perceives
why man must quit the world in so many different
states, young and old, wise and foolish, grown gray
in second childhood, or an embryo yet unborn.
Omnipotent goodness embraces madness and deformity,
all the degrees of cultivation, and all the errors
of man, and wants not balsams to heal the wounds
that death alone could mitigate. Since probably the
future state springs out of the present, as our
organization from inferior ones, its business is no
doubt more closely connected with our existence
here than we imagine. The garden above blooms only
with plants, of which the seeds have been sown
here, and put forth their first germs from a
coarser husk. If, then, as we have seen, sociality,
friendship, or active participation in the pains
and pleasures of other, be the principal end, to
which humanity is directed; this finest flower of
human life must necessarily there attain the
vivifying form, the overshadowing height, for which
our heart thirsts in vain in any earthly situation.
Our brethren above, therefore, assuredly love us
with more warmth and purity of affection, than we
can bear to them: for they see our state more
clearly, to them the moment of time is no more, all
discrepancies are harmonized, and in us they are
probably educating, unseen, partners of their
happiness and companions of their labors. But one
step father, and the oppressed spirit can breathe
more freely, the wounded heart recovers: they see
the passenger approach and stay his sliding feet
with a powerful hand.
Excerpted from Outlines of a
Philosophy of Humanity, by Johann Gottfried
Herder
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