A fable about matter and form.
In order
to live - if such a myth may be allowed - the Titan Matter was eager to disguise
his incorrigible vagueness and pretend to be something. He accordingly
addressed himself to the beautiful company of Forms, sisters whom he thought
all equally beautiful, though their number was endless, and equally fit to
satisfy his heart.
He wooed
them hypocritically, with no intention of wedding them; yet he uttered their
names in such seductive accents (called by mortals intelligence and toil) that
the virgin goddesses offered no resistance - at least such of them as happened
to be near or of a facile disposition.
They were
presently deserted by their unworthy lover; yet they, too, in that moment's
union, had tasted the sweetness of life. The heaven to which they returned was
no longer an infinite mathematical paradise. It was crossed by memories of
earth, and a warmer breath lingered in some of its lanes and grottoes.
Henceforth
its nymphs could not forget that they had awakened a passion and that - unmoved
themselves - they had moved a strange indomitable giant to art and love.
(from George Santayana –
“Reason in Science”)
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