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INTRODUCTION IN this volume of Essays, M. Maeterlinck manifests that sensitive perception and remarkable insight as to the things pertaining to the life of the spirit which were the charm and power of “The Treasure of the Humble" and “Wisdom and Destiny.” The rare and beautiful philosophy of life, the Mysticism, so characteristic of him, alike pervade the book and create an atmosphere of which the reader is conscious, stimulating his purposes and aspirations. The increased complexity of modern human society and the attendant opportunities for the cultivation of the intellect result in two things: a greater individual responsibility in general and a diminished opportunity for striking and remarkable individual careers. Hence there is no multiplication of the picturesque hero in these days, and, if he does appear, the keen clear light of criticism soon shows that his heroic trappings are in large part veritably mere tinsel. The world is fast coming to believe and know that the real heroism is found in meeting manfully our daily struggles, trials, and responsibilities. Emerson clearly saw that now and in the time to come the race would be forced to spend most of its efforts in the treadmill of a work-a-day life, and that such life, to be endurable, must be recognised not only as worthy but as ideal, having in it those elements which satisfy the inextinguishable aspirations after the truly heroic. This lesson, learned from Emerson, M. Maeterlinck has never forgotten, and in a preface, written by him years ago, to a French translation of some of Emerson’s Essays, he says, “There remains only the life of every day, and yet we cannot live without greatness.” The primary purpose of all his prose works has been to demonstrate that genuine heroism can be infused into and may glorify this life common to all. Like other earnest thinkers of these later
days, his
is an attitude of earnest expectation of a coming spiritual
renaissance, and he
is possessed of a most refreshing optimism. “A spiritual epoch is
perhaps upon
us,” he has declared; and again, “I feel that a more pressing offer of
spiritual freedom has rarely been made to mankind.” These expectant
thinkers
are alert to discover some spiritual truth that may become a basis of
faith.
“In the union of Mysticism with freedom of thought and inquiry will, I
am
persuaded, be found the faith of the future,” is the prophecy of
another modern
seer, and M. Maeterlinck has given us in the present volume a
suggestion as to
that which may be the source of the spiritual renaissance which he
believes is
at hand. In the Essay on The Mystery of Justice, he
deals with
a subject more profound than any other that has hitherto engaged his
attention;
one vital and lying at the very foundation of man’s moral nature. It is
not
social justice that he has in mind, but a far more subtle and
suggestive phase
of the problem. His own words are, “We shall occupy ourselves above all
with
that vague but inevitable justice, intangible, and yet so effective,
which
accompanies and sets its seal upon every action of our life; which
approves or
disapproves, rewards or punishes.” Justice, which in the ages past
mankind have
believed dwelt with God, by whatever name known to them, and was
manifested in
created nature, he declares has its home in the human heart. No trace
of it can
be discerned elsewhere. He says: “Where had man conceived the mystery
of
justice to lodge? It pervaded the world. One moment it was supposed to
rest in
the hands of the gods, at another it engulfed and mastered the gods
themselves.
It had been imagined everywhere, except in man. It had dwelt in the
sky, it had
lurked behind rocks, it had governed the air and sea. It had peopled an
inaccessible universe. Then at last we peered into its imaginary
retreats, we
pressed close and examined; its throne of clouds tottered, it faded
away; but
at the very moment we believed it had ceased to be, behold it
reappeared and
raised its head once more in the very depths of our heart; and yet
another
mystery had sought refuge in man, and embodied itself in him.” There is no novelty in the thought that
the idea of
justice is not discernible in the laws of the material universe, — that
the
processes of nature are not moral, but simply those of cause and
effect.
Perchance the life of a human being, even the span covered by the
records
making what is known as history, is too short to observe the workings
of the
cosmic justice, or to determine its existence; but that the sentiment
of
justice dwells in the heart of man there is no doubt. What concerns M.
Maeterlinck is the fact that this instinct of justice is the great
mystery of
man and comprises all virtue. “It is at the centre of our love of
truth, the
centre of our love of beauty. It is kindness and pity; it is
generosity,
heroism, love.” It may be destined to be the basis of a new faith
which, in the
fulness of time, shall have universal reign upon the earth.
Impressively and
nobly are we made to feel the reality of this instinct of justice and
that its
ultimate triumph is assured; that humanity must hear and heed “the
inward voice
of native manhood,” as Carlyle names it. If it be suggested that here
we have
somewhat of the essential idea underlying Comte’s “Religion of
Humanity"
and nothing new, it is to be remembered that M. Maeterlinck does not
strive
after the novel, but rather to emphasise imperishable truths that have
been
found ever helpful and necessary. His fundamental theme, the Mystery of
Justice, after
the manner of all mystical teachers, he impresses by constant
repetition and
reiteration through this series of Essays, which, at first sight,
appear to
treat of diverse and unrelated subjects. His method is that of the
organist
improvising upon his theme and constantly placing it in different
settings, and
now and then merely suggesting it by the fundamental chord or its
simple motif.
His Mysticism is modern and eclectic, drawing its elements from the
thoughts of
the Oriental, Hellenic, and Christian mystics, but wholly ignoring and
hostile
to that element in each which deals with renunciation; and this must
needs be
so, since with him the normal mundane life of man should be infused
with a
serene joy, — must bring rest of soul. To this end, the burden of
mystery must
be minimised, and even then one must by intellectual effort subordinate
the
sense of mystery to the elements in life that make for joyous serenity,
that
the purposes of normal life may not be frustrated. He says, “We derive
neither
greatness, sublimity, nor depth from unceasingly fixing our thoughts on
the
infinite or unknown.” In the Essay on The Evolution of Mystery, he
shows that
the cosmic mystery is probably material and not moral; that the moral
mystery
is in man alone, and that relief from the incubus of moral mystery in
nature,
which has oppressed the world since the days of Job, will afford the
spirit of
man true freedom. Of course, modern science, so far as its methods aid
to solve
the problem, has shown that the cosmic mystery is a material one, and
not a
moral one, but M. Maeterlinck knows full well that science cannot speak
the
ultimate word on this subject; that the truth cannot be stated in the
form of
an axiom, nor embraced in a scientific formula, and, as we yet “see
through a
glass darkly,” it may be that at heart the cosmic mystery is moral. His
earnest
desire is to find the inspiring truth that will practically aid man in
the
development of the true life of the soul. He regards affirmations, not
negations; he is not disturbed by a conflict in his own thoughts;
indeed, his
is the manner of the rhapsodist, permitting us to follow his
inspiration in all
its moods, believing that the light that guides him through the mazes
will be
sufficient to guide others. Sincerity and an earnest desire to find the
truth
are his characteristics. He is not a mystic dwelling on the
inaccessible
mountain peak, but sojourning with his fellows on the great plain of
common
every-day life. He bids us accustom our eyes to see into the clouds of
mystery
which envelop us, that we may discern the dim outlines of the great
truths
there present for our help. M. Maeterlinck writes only for the
thoughtful; for
those who see a purpose in life and an ideal of character to be
achieved. In
such the critical faculty is always alert, and he knows that he may
safely
utter thoughts that have their manifest limitations, without spending
his
strength in defining such limitations. Hence this book must be read
with the
critical faculty awake, that what is strong and helpful for each may be
taken
and the remainder left. One cannot help noting that this book is
written
under the influence of Hellenic Mysticism to a greater extent even than
“Wisdom
and Destiny.” We look in vain here for such expressions as are found in
“The
Treasure of the Humble" in passages such as this: “The kisses of the
silence of misfortune — and it is above all at times of misfortune that
silence
caresses us — can never be forgotten; and therefore it is that those to
whom
they have come more often than to others are worthier than those
others. They
alone know, perhaps, how voiceless and unfathomable are the waters on
which the
fragile shell of daily life reposes; they have approached nearer to
God, and
the steps they have taken towards the light are steps that can never be
lost,
for the soul may not rise, perhaps, but it can never sink.” Indeed, the
emphasis of Hellenic Mysticism, both in his thought and form of
expression, is
almost dogmatic, and herein is a weakness. A mystic cannot be, in any
sense, a
dogmatist; he may lead us to his point of vision and bid us look, and
may tell
us what he sees of truth, but he cannot command us to accept his vision
as
ours. Truly, Mysticism can only be associated with freedom of thought,
and
hence the atmosphere of dogmatism is foreign to it. Who can say that
one
honestly and earnestly looking into the mystery in which he lives and
moves
will not find there the essential truth declared by Christ as well as
the truth
discerned by Buddha, Epictetus, or Marcus Aurelius? EDWARD M. COLIE. |