What Goethe had seen in vision rises before him now in sharp, almost
hard outline from his own real life-work. He has succeeded in bringing
nature and its forces to his feet, because it was flesh of his flesh and
blood of his blood. He is its child. A thousand tongues proclaim the
truth to him, a naïve, almost simple, revelation of reality. He digs in
the earth, and ancient bones and skulls tell him vaguely of the past.
Such once was he, devoid of civilisation, at the verge of the animal
world. He searches his frame through and through for further light.
There is the brain, where the thoughts crowd together. There is the
cell, that builds up the whole body, the cell that so closely resembles
the lowest of all living things, not yet distinct enough to be either
animal or plant. Here are the forms that he successively assumes in his
mother’s body, before he is born—forms that can hardly be distinguished
from those of the animal at the same stage of development. From almost
divine heights he has sunk down to the beast, to the primitive cell—nay,
deeper still, to the elementary, force-impelled matter of the universe.
But this early picture dissolves at once in an ennobling and inspiring
truth. Nature becomes man. In this he presses once more to the heart of
the most-high. Nature is God. Goethe sang of God-Nature. The new God
pulses in every wave of man’s blood. In Michael Angelo’s picture God
breathes his spirit into Adam. The new Adam of the nineteenth century is
God’s spirit, in body and soul, from the very first, for he is Nature.
He needs no more. When he looks up to the shining stars, he looks into
the eyes of God and his own. He has come down from those stars like the
bright dew in which they are now mirrored. He belongs to them, but they
also are in him. All-Nature: and he is a part of Nature.
All-development: and he is a phase of the development.
That is the great philosophical dream of the nineteenth-century worker.
His hand is black with labour, but his spirit is full of light, the
light of the stars and of the world.
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