In this rather elaborate series the first stage is thus the “civilized
man,” that is, the softened or humanized man; the next is the “cultured
man,” the poet, artist, and scholar, and the last is the highest point
of development of which our species is capable, the “completely formed
man,”—of whom (if I understand the doctrine aright) we can gain an exact
idea from what we are told of Goethe and his “Olympian calm.” The
principle at the base of this theory is merely the vast difference which
von Humboldt sees between the general level of a people’s civilization
and the stage of perfection reached by a few great individuals. This
difference is so great that civilizations quite foreign to our own—that
of the Brahmans, for instance—have been able, so far as we know, to
produce men far superior in some ways to those that are most admired
among ourselves.
I quite agree with von Humboldt on this point. It is quite true that our
European society gives us neither the most sublime thinkers, nor the
greatest poets, nor even the cleverest artists. I venture to think,
however, in spite of the great scholar’s opinion, that, in order to
define and criticize civilization generally, we must, if only for a
moment, be careful to shake off our prejudices with regard to the
details of some particular type. We must not cast our net so widely as
to include the man in von Humboldt’s first stage, whom I refuse to call
civilized merely because he happens to be mild in character. On the
other hand we must not be so narrow as to reject every one but the
philosopher of the third stage. This would limit too strictly the scope
of all human endeavour after progress, and present its results as merely
isolated and individual.
Von Humboldt’s system does honour to the width and subtlety of a noble
mind, and may be compared, in its essentially abstract nature, with the
frail worlds, imagined by the Hindu philosophers, which are born from
the brain of a sleeping god, rise into the æther like the
rainbow-coloured bubbles blown by a child, and then break and give place
to others according to the dreams that lightly hover round the Divine
slumber.
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