Aristotle attempted the great synthesis of the Greek world, and there followed him lesser lights, each capturing the stage with some bit of theory or insight, and spreading it out as if a whole. The same lack of acuity plays itself out after Aquinas. After Kant, his system is shredded in search of the noumenal. This is not something completely in the hands of individuals. We are all, in one way or another, pawns of the great tides of thought and attitude that drift across the consciousness of the species, caught up in the endless seething to illuminate our boundaries, our whence, why and whereto, to assure ourselves their intellectual integrity, to continuously refine our understanding of our finitude within a cosmic infinitude. The Enlightenment had extinguished itself. While contributive to our journey, its discounting of the past, its celebrating of the “natural” and “common sense” proved failed experiments. Now all things past become the treasured, and individual creativity is elevated to divine status. Novalis writes: “the world is a dream and the dream becomes the world”. The new age, the age of Romanticism, weaves its dreams. It is no less impassioned or emotional than was the Enlightenment, but its reveries exude a mystical brume, a gouache of the aesthetic, erotic, and intuitive, the edges blurring as the infinite everywhere distils the finite. The dreamers are the likes of Goethe, Schlegel, Chateaubriand, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Keats, Shelly, Turner, Constable, Goya, Delacroix, Beethoven, Bellini, Weber von Weber, Donazetti, Mendelssohn, Schubert, and their oneirocritics are Fichte, Schelling, Hegel, Feuerbach, Schopenhauer, Herbert, Beneke, Weiss, Schleiermacher. Continue reading →