Dreams of an astronomer — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Dreams of an astronomer
John Stuart Mill · en
This is not a romance, a dream of pure contemplation, an outside view
of ourselves: it is our own history, fatal and inevitable. Since an
hour ago, every one of us, reader or writer, rich or poor, wise or
ignorant, infant or greybeard, whether we are active or asleep--since
an hour ago every one of us has described in the sky an invisible track
of more than 60,000 miles, for our planet traces out 580 million miles
per annum merely by its revolution round the Sun, and a centenarian
lives to mark out a distance of 58,000 million miles. Now, it is found
that these speeds are the very condition of the stability of the
universe: the heavenly bodies, the Earth, planets, satellites, suns,
stellar systems, star clusters, galaxies, and remote universes, are
mutually sustained by the equilibrium of their attractions. They are
all suspended in the void and maintain themselves in their ideal orbits
simply because they turn quickly enough to create a centrifugal force
equal and opposite to the attraction exerted upon them, so that they
remain in an unstable but perpetual equilibrium.
Our Sun carries us along towards the constellation of Hercules:
this has been known for a hundred years; but we know now that the
constellation of Hercules forms part of our sidereal universe and that
that universe is travelling in a certain direction. We therefore only
perceive relative movements. Whither are we going? Vain question. We
are going--into infinite space.
Formerly people were troubled, not without reason, concerning the
solidity of the foundations of the world, for before the isolation
of our planet in space and its movement round the Sun had been
demonstrated it seemed indispensable to give to the Earth an unshakable
foundation and an unlimited route. But since the heavenly bodies rise
and set and pass under our feet this foundation had to be given up,
apart from the fact that it did not satisfy the most far-seeing minds.
It is quite impossible for us to conceive a material pile, however
solid or thick, even as thick as the Earth’s diameter and rooted in
infinite space, just as one cannot imagine the real existence of a
stick which has only one end. However far the mind can descend towards
the base of that material pillar, the end must come at last, since
only empty space can be without end, and then that terrestrial pillar
serves no purpose at all since it is itself without a support. Besides,
travellers succeeded one day in voyaging all round the globe, and
nowhere was this imaginary pillar discovered.
The modern conception of force in contrast with the ancient idea of
matter has a philosophical import without precedent in the whole
history of the science. It teaches, proves to us, and convinces us that
the visible, palpable, material universe rests on the invisible and the
immaterial, on imponderable force.