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

The Helm of the World

Song XII · Orpheus and Eurydice.

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Chapter XII

Then I said: "I agree with Plato most strongly, for this is now the second time you have reminded me of these things: first, because I lost my memory through the contagion of the body, and then because I lost it, pressed down by the weight of grief."

Then she said: "If you look back at the things granted before, it will not be far off that you recall what a little while ago you confessed you did not know."

"What?" I said.

"By what helm," she said, "the world is ruled."

"I remember," I said, "that I confessed my ignorance; but although I now foresee what you will bring forward, I still desire to hear it more plainly from you."

"A little while ago," she said, "you thought it must not be doubted at all that this world is ruled by God."

"And now I think so," I said, "and I will never think it must be doubted; and I will briefly explain the reasons by which I come to this. This world could in no way have come together into one form out of such different and contrary parts, unless there were one who joined together such different things. And the very diversity of natures, once joined, being mutually discordant, would dissociate and tear them apart, unless there were one who held together what he had bound. Nor would so certain an order of nature proceed, nor unfold such well-arranged motions in their places, times, effects, intervals, and qualities, unless there were one who, himself remaining, arranged these varieties of changes. This, whatever it is, by which created things remain and are set in motion, I name God, by the word common to all."

Then she said: "Since you feel these things to be so, I think little work remains for me, so that, in possession of happiness, you may return safe to your homeland. But let us look at the things we proposed. Did we not count self-sufficiency among the parts of happiness, and agree that God is happiness itself?"

"Indeed so."

"So for ruling the world," she said, "he will need no supports from outside; otherwise, if he needed anything, he would not have full self-sufficiency."

"That is necessarily so," I said.

"So he arranges all things by himself alone?"

"It cannot be denied," I said.

"But God has been shown to be the good itself."

"I remember," I said.

"So he arranges all things through the good, since he rules all things by himself, whom we agreed to be the good; and this is, as it were, a certain helm and rudder by which the machine of the world is kept stable and uncorrupted."

"I strongly agree," I said, "and I foresaw, though with a slight suspicion, that this was what you would say a little while ago."

"I believe it," she said; "for now, I think, you turn your eyes more watchfully to discerning the truth. But what I shall say is no less plain to behold."

"What?" I said.

"Since God," she said, "is rightly believed to govern all things by the helm of goodness, and all these same things, as I taught, hurry toward the good by natural inclination, can it be doubted that they are governed voluntarily, and turn themselves of their own accord to the nod of the one who arranges them, as fitting and attuned to their ruler?"

"It must be so," I said; "nor would the rule seem a blessed one, if it were the yoke of those who resist, and not the well-being of those who obey."

"So there is nothing that, keeping its nature, tries to go against God?"

"Nothing," I said.

"But if it should try," she said, "would it in the end accomplish anything against the one whom we granted to be most powerful by right of happiness?"

"Utterly nothing would it avail," I said.

"So there is nothing that would wish, or be able, to resist this highest good?"

"I think not," I said.

"So the highest good is that which rules all things mightily and arranges them sweetly."

Then I said: "How I am delighted, not only by the sum of reasonings that has been concluded, but much more by these very words you use, so that at last the folly that tears so greatly at itself feels ashamed of itself!"

"You have heard," she said, "in the fables, of the Giants assailing heaven; but them too, as was fitting, a kindly strength set in order. But would you like us to clash the reasonings themselves against each other? Perhaps from a collision of this kind some beautiful spark of truth may leap out."

"As you please," I said.

"That God is all-powerful," she said, "no one would doubt."

"No one of sound mind," I said, "would at all be uncertain of it."

"But one who is all-powerful," she said, "there is nothing he cannot do."

"Nothing," I said.

"Can God then do evil?"

"By no means," I said.

"So evil is nothing," she said, "since he cannot do it who can do anything."

"Are you playing with me," I said, "weaving an inextricable labyrinth of reasonings, by which now you enter where you came out, now you come out where you entered—or are you folding together some marvelous circle of divine simplicity? For a little while ago, beginning with happiness, you said it was the highest good, which you said was set in the highest God. You argued that God himself too is the highest good and full happiness, from which you gave as a little gift that no one would be blessed unless he were likewise a god. Again, you said that the very form of the good is the substance of God and of happiness, and you taught that the One itself is that very good which is sought by the whole nature of things. You disputed that God too rules the universe by the helm of goodness, and that all things obey willingly, and that there is no nature of evil. And these things you unfolded with no supports taken from outside, but with inborn and homely proofs, each drawing belief from the other."

Then she said: "We are by no means playing, and we have accomplished the greatest of all things by the gift of God, whom a little while ago we entreated. For such is the form of the divine substance that it neither slips away into things external, nor takes anything external into itself; but, as Parmenides says of it, like the mass of a well-rounded sphere on every side, it turns the moving circle of things, while it keeps itself unmoved. And if we have set in motion reasonings sought not from outside, but placed within the compass of the matter we were treating, there is nothing for you to wonder at, since you have learned, on Plato's authority, that words ought to be akin to the things of which they speak."

Song XIIOrpheus and Eurydice.
Happy the one who could behold the clear fountain of the good, happy the one who could loose the chains of the heavy earth.
Once, mourning the death of his wife, the Thracian bard, after he had with tearful measures forced the woods to run, the moving rivers to stand still, and made the hind join her fearless side to the savage lions, and the hare no longer feared the dog, calmed now by his song— when a fiercer fire burned deep in his breast, and the measures that had subdued all things could not soothe their master, complaining of the unkind gods above, he went down to the houses of the underworld.
There, tuning soothing songs to the sounding strings, whatever he had drawn from the chief fountains of the goddess his mother— whatever his helpless grief gave him, whatever love, doubling that grief— he weeps, and stirs Taenarus, and with sweet prayer begs pardon of the lords of the shades.
The three-headed gatekeeper stands amazed, caught by the strange song. The goddesses who drive the guilty with fear, avengers of crimes, now grow sad, wet with tears. The swift wheel no longer hurls round the head of Ixion, and Tantalus, ruined by long thirst, scorns the rivers. The vulture, sated with the music, does not tear at Tityus' liver.
At last the judge of the shades, taking pity, said: "We are conquered. We grant the man his companion, a wife bought by his song. But let this law restrain the gift: that, until he has left Tartarus, it shall not be right to turn his eyes back."
Who can give a law to lovers? Love is a greater law unto itself. Alas, near the very borders of night Orpheus saw his Eurydice, lost her, and slew her.
This tale looks toward you, whoever you are who seek to lead your mind into the day above. For whoever, conquered, turns his eyes back to the Tartarean cave, whatever excellence he draws with him he loses, while he looks on the underworld.