The Consolation of Philosophy · Book III
Book III · Chapter XI

Unity, Goodness, and the World's Aim

Song XI · Reminiscence.

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Chapter XI

"I agree," I said; "for all things stand bound by the firmest reasons."

Then she said: "How highly will you value it, if you come to recognize what the good itself is?"

"Infinitely," I said, "if indeed I may at the same time come to recognize God too, who is the good."

"But this I will lay open by truest reasoning," she said, "provided only that what was concluded a little while ago still stands."

"It will stand."

"Did we not show," she said, "that the things sought by many are for that reason not true and perfect goods, because they differ from one another, and, since one is absent from another, cannot bring full and complete good? But that true good comes about only when they are gathered into one form, as it were, and effective power, so that what is self-sufficiency is the same as power, reverence, renown, and pleasantness; and that unless they are all one and the same, they have nothing for which they should be counted among things to be sought?"

"It was demonstrated," I said, "and can in no way be doubted."

"Things, then, which when they differ are by no means good, but when they have begun to be one become good—is it not by obtaining unity that it comes about that these are good?"

"So it seems," I said.

"But everything that is good, do you grant that it is good by participation in the good, or not?"

"It is so."

"Then by like reasoning you must grant that the one and the good are the same; for the substance of those things whose effect is not naturally different is the same."

"I cannot deny it," I said.

"Do you know, then," she said, "that everything that is remains and subsists just so long as it is one, but perishes and dissolves as soon as it has ceased to be one?"

"In what way?"

"As in living creatures," she said: "when soul and body come together into one and remain, that is called a living creature. But when this unity is dissolved by the separation of the two, it clearly perishes and is no longer a living creature. The body itself too, while it remains in one form by the joining of its members, is seen as a human shape. But if the parts of the body, distributed and separated, have torn apart its unity, it ceases to be what it was. And going through the rest in this way, it will be beyond doubt clear that each thing subsists while it is one, but when it ceases to be one, perishes."

"When I consider it," I said, "it seems to me to be nothing else."

"Is there anything, then," she said, "which, insofar as it acts naturally, abandons the desire of subsisting and seeks to come to destruction and corruption?"

"If I consider living creatures," I said, "which have some nature of willing and not willing, I find nothing that, with no outside compulsion, casts off the intention of remaining and hurries of its own accord to destruction. For every living creature labors to guard its safety, and avoids death and ruin. But what I should agree about herbs and trees, and about wholly inanimate things, I am altogether in doubt."

"And yet there is no reason for you to be in doubt about this either, when you observe that herbs and trees first grow in places suited to them, where, as far as their nature can manage, they cannot quickly dry up and perish. For some spring up in the plains, others on the mountains; some the marshes bear, others cling to rocks; the barren sands are fruitful for some, which, if someone tried to transplant them to other places, would wither. But nature gives each what suits it, and works to keep them from perishing while they can remain. And what of the fact that they all, with their mouths plunged, as it were, into the earth, draw nourishment by their roots, and spread strength through their pith and bark? What of the fact that whatever is softest, like the pith, is always stored away in the inmost place, while outside a certain firmness of wood, and the outermost bark, like a defender able to bear ill, is set against the harshness of the sky? And how great is the diligence of nature, that all things are propagated by multiplied seed! Who does not know that all these are, as it were, certain machines, not only for remaining for a time, but also for remaining as a kind for ever?

"Even those things believed to be inanimate—do not they too each in like manner desire what is their own? For why does lightness carry flames upward, but weight presses earth downward, except that these places and motions suit each? Moreover, what is agreeable to each thing preserves it, just as what is hostile corrupts it. Now, hard things like stones cling most tenaciously to their parts and resist, so as not to be easily dissolved. But liquid things, like air and water, easily yield indeed to whatever divides them, but quickly slip back again into the things from which they were cut off; while fire flees all cutting.

"We are not now discussing the voluntary motions of the knowing soul, but the natural inclination—as when we digest the food we have taken without thinking about it, or draw breath in sleep without knowing it. For not even in living creatures does the love of remaining come from the will of the soul, but from the principles of nature. For often the will, under compelling causes, embraces a death that nature shrinks from; and, on the contrary, that work of begetting, by which alone the long continuance of mortal things endures, and which nature always desires, the will sometimes restrains. To such a degree does this love of self proceed not from the soul's motion, but from natural inclination. For providence gave to the things it created this greatest of all causes for remaining: that they should naturally desire to remain as long as they can. So there is no reason why you could in any way doubt that all things that exist naturally seek the constancy of remaining and avoid ruin."

"I confess," I said, "that I now see beyond doubt what a little while ago seemed uncertain."

"But that which seeks to subsist and remain," she said, "desires to be one; for if this is taken away, not even existence will remain to anything."

"It is true," I said.

"So all things desire the one," she said.

"I have agreed."

"But we have shown that the one is the very thing that is the good."

"Indeed so."

"So all things seek the good—which you may describe thus: that the good itself is what is desired by all."

"Nothing truer could be conceived," I said. "For either all things are referred to nothing as their one, and, deprived of their one summit, as it were, will float without a ruler; or, if there is something toward which all things hurry, that will be the highest of all goods."

And she said: "I rejoice too much, O pupil; for you have fixed in your mind the very mark of the central truth. But in this there has been opened to you what a little while ago you said you did not know."

"What?" I said.

"What the end of all things is," she said. "For it is surely that which is desired by all; and since we have gathered that this is the good, we must confess that the end of all things is the good."

Song XIReminiscence.
Whoever searches out the truth with deep mind and wishes not to be deceived by any wanderings, let him turn the light of his inward sight back into himself, and, bending them, force his long movements into a circle, and teach his soul that whatever it labors after outside, it possesses, hidden away, within its own treasures.
What the dark cloud of error lately covered will then shine clearer than Phoebus himself. For the body, bringing in its forgetful mass, has not driven out every light from the mind. The seed of truth surely clings within, which is roused, fanned by teaching. For why, when questioned, do you of your own accord judge rightly, unless the spark lived buried deep in the heart? And if Plato's Muse sounds the truth, each person, learning, recalls what he had forgotten.