The cosmogony of Fourier is the most fantastic part of a fantastic
system. But as he did not consider his views in this department an
essential part of his system, we need not dwell upon them. He believed
that the world is to exist for eighty thousand years, forty thousand
years of progress being followed by forty thousand years of decline. As
yet it has not reached the adult stage, having lasted only seven
thousand years. The present stage of the world is civilisation, which
Fourier uses as a comprehensive term for everything artificial and
corrupt, the result of perverted human institutions, themselves due to
the fact that we have for five thousand years misunderstood the
intentions of the Creator. The head and front of this misunderstanding
consists in our pronouncing passions to be bad that are simply natural;
and there is but one way of redressing it—to give a free and healthy
and complete development to our passions.
This leads us to the psychology of Fourier. He recognised twelve radical
passions connected with three points of attraction. Five are sensitive
(tending to enjoyment)—sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch. Four
are affective (tending to groups)—love, friendship, ambition, and
_familism_ or paternity. The meaning and function of these are obvious
enough. The remaining three, the _alternating_, _emulative_, and
_composite_ (which he calls _passions rectrices_, and which tend to
series or to unity), are more special to Fourier. Of the three the first
is connected with the need of variety; the second leads to intrigue and
jealousy; the third, full of intoxication and abandonment, is born of
the combination of several pleasures of the senses and of the soul
enjoyed simultaneously. The passions of the first two classes are so far
controlled by the _passions rectrices_, and especially by the composite
passion; but even the _passions rectrices_ obviously contain elements of
discord and war. All, however, are ultimately harmonised by a great
social passion, which Fourier calls _Unitéisme_. Out of the free play of
all the passions harmony is evolved, like white out of the combination
of the colours.
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