In extreme contrast to this is the nature which has no struggle. It
is possible to conceive a character in which but one impulse is ever
felt—in which the whole being, as with a single breeze, is carried in
a single direction. The only exercise of the will in such a being is
in aiding and carrying out the dictates of the single propensity. And
this is something. There are many of our powers and faculties only in
a subordinate degree under the control of the emotions; the intellect
itself in many moments requires to be bent to defined attention by
compulsion of the will; no mere intensity of desire will thrust it on
its tasks. But of what in most men is the characteristic action of the
will—namely, self-control—such natures are hardly in want. An ultimate
case could be imagined in which they would not need it at all. They
have no lower desires to pull down, for they have no higher ones which
come into collision with them; the very words ‘lower’ and ‘higher,’
involving the contemporaneous action and collision of two impulses, are
inapplicable to them; there is no strife; all their soul impels them in
a single line. This may be a quality of the highest character: indeed in
the highest character it will certainly be found; no one will question
that the whole nature of the holiest being tends to what is holy without
let, struggle, or strife—it would be impiety to doubt it. Yet this
same quality may certainly be found in a lower—a much lower—mind than
the highest. A level may be of any elevation; the absence of intestine
commotion may arise from a sluggish dulness to eager aspirations; the
one impulse which is felt may be any impulse whatever. If the idea were
completely exemplified, one would instinctively say, that a being with
so single a mind could hardly belong to human nature. Temptation is the
mark of our life; we can hardly divest ourselves of the idea that it is
indivisible from our character. As it was said of solitude, so it may be
said of the sole dominion of a single impulse, ‘Whoso is devoted to it
would seem to be either a beast or a god.’
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