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

The Good Is One and Indivisible

Song IX · Invocation.

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Chapter IX

"It is enough to have shown so far the form of counterfeit happiness; if you behold it clearly, the next order of things is to show what the true happiness is."

"Indeed," I said, "I see that self-sufficiency cannot come from riches, nor power from kingdoms, nor reverence from dignities, nor fame from glory, nor gladness from pleasures."

"And have you grasped the causes too, why this is so?"

"I seem to glimpse them, as through a tiny chink, but I would rather learn them more openly from you."

"The reason is most ready. For what is by nature simple and undivided, human error separates, and carries over from the true and perfect to the false and imperfect. Do you think that what lacks nothing is in need of power?"

"By no means," I said.

"Rightly so; for if there is anything whose strength is feeble in any respect, in that respect it must need the help of another."

"That is so," I said.

"So self-sufficiency and power have one and the same nature."

"So it seems."

"And do you think a thing of this kind is to be scorned, or, on the contrary, most worthy of the reverence of all things?"

"But this," I said, "cannot even be doubted."

"Then let us add reverence to self-sufficiency and power, so that we may judge these three to be one."

"Let us add it, if indeed we wish to confess the truth."

"What then," she said, "do you think this is obscure and ignoble, or most renowned with all fame? Consider, lest what we have granted to lack nothing, to be most powerful, to be most worthy of honor, should seem to need renown which it could not provide for itself, and on that account should seem in some part more abject."

"I cannot but confess," I said, "that, being what it is, it is also most renowned."

"It follows, then, that we must admit renown differs in nothing from the three above."

"It follows," I said.

"Then that which needs nothing of another's, which can do all things by its own powers, which is renowned and reverend—is it not agreed that this is also most glad?"

"From where any sorrow could creep upon a thing of this kind," I said, "I cannot even imagine; so I must confess it is full of gladness, if the things above stand."

"And by the same reasoning it is also necessary that the names of self-sufficiency, power, renown, reverence, and pleasantness are indeed different, but in their substance in no way differ."

"It is necessary," I said.

"This, then, which is by nature one and simple, human depravity divides up; and while it tries to obtain a part of a thing that has no parts, it gains neither a portion—since there is none—nor the thing itself, which it least aims at."

"In what way?" I said.

"The man who seeks riches in flight from poverty," she said, "takes no trouble about power, prefers to be lowly and obscure, and even withdraws from himself many natural pleasures, lest he lose the money he has acquired. But in this way not even self-sufficiency comes to him, whom strength deserts, whom trouble stings, whom lowliness casts down, whom obscurity hides. The man who desires only to be able—he squanders wealth, despises pleasures, and counts as nothing honor and glory that lack power. But you see how many things fail even him. For it happens that at times he lacks necessities, that he is gnawed by anxieties, and, since he cannot drive these off, he ceases to be powerful in the very thing he most sought. One may reason similarly about honors, glory, pleasures; for since each one of these is the same as the rest, whoever seeks any one of them without the rest does not grasp even the one he desires."

"What then," I said, "if someone should desire to obtain all of them at once?"

"He would indeed wish for the sum of happiness; but will he find it in these, which we have shown cannot confer what they promise?"

"By no means," I said.

"So in these things, which are believed to provide individually some of the things to be sought, happiness is in no way to be tracked down."

"I admit it," I said, "and nothing truer can be said than this."

"You have, then," she said, "both the form of false happiness and its causes. Now turn the gaze of your mind to the opposite side; there you will at once see the true happiness I promised."

"But this," I said, "is plain even to a blind man, and you showed it a little while ago, while trying to lay open the causes of the false. For unless I am mistaken, that is the true and perfect happiness which makes a person self-sufficient, powerful, reverend, renowned, and glad. And, so that you may know I have noticed more deeply: I recognize without ambiguity that the happiness which can truly provide any one of these—since they are all the same—is the full and complete blessedness."

"O my pupil, happy in this opinion, if only you would add this!"

"Add what?" I said.

"Do you think there is anything among these mortal and perishable things that can bring about a state of this kind?"

"By no means," I said, "and you have shown that so well that nothing more could be desired."

"These things, then, seem to give to mortals either images of the true good, or certain imperfect goods, but they cannot confer the true and perfect good."

"I agree," I said.

"Since, then, you have recognized what that true happiness is, and what things counterfeit happiness, it now remains for you to recognize where you can seek this true happiness."

"That indeed," I said, "I have long been eagerly awaiting."

"But since, as it pleases our Plato in the Timaeus, even in the smallest matters divine help ought to be implored, what do you think we should do now, so that we may deserve to find the dwelling of that highest good?"

"We must invoke," I said, "the Father of all things; for without doing so no beginning is rightly laid."

"Rightly," she said; and at once she sang thus:

Song IXInvocation.
O you who govern the world with everlasting reason, sower of earth and sky, who bid time go forth from eternity, and, yourself remaining unmoved, give all things their motion— whom no external causes drove to shape the work of flowing matter, but the indwelling form of the highest good, free of all envy: you lead all things from a heavenly pattern; most beautiful yourself, you bear a beautiful world in your mind, and forming it in a like image, you bid the perfect whole bring its parts to perfection.
You bind the elements by numbers, so that the cold agrees with the flames, the dry with the flowing, that the purer fire may not fly off, nor the weights drag down the sunken earth.
You join the soul, mover of all things, in the midst of a threefold nature, and resolve it through harmonious limbs; which, when, cut in two, it has gathered its motion into two circles, moves so as to return into itself, and circles round the deep mind, and turns the heaven in a like image.
By equal causes you bring forth souls and lesser lives, and, fitting the lofty ones to light chariots, you sow them in heaven and earth; and by your kindly law you make them, turned back toward you, return with returning fire.
Grant, Father, that the mind may climb to your majestic seat, grant that it may survey the fountain of the good, grant that, the light once found, it may fix on you the clear-sighted gaze of the soul.
Scatter the mists and the weights of this earthly mass, and shine with your splendor; for you are the serene sky, you are the calm rest of the holy; to behold you is the end, the beginning, the bearer, the leader, the path, the boundary—all in one.