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On the Sublime 1

On the Sublime (1801)

by Friedrich Schiller

Translated by William F. Wertz, Jr.

This essay reflects Schiller's mature thinking on Kant, who devoted the better part of his Critique

of Judgment to the question of the sublime, and Schiller's superceding of Kant's system.

"No man must must," says the Jew Nathan to the dervish, and this expression is true to a

wider extent, than one might perhaps concede to the same. The will is the species character of

man, and reason itself is only the eternal rule of the same. All nature acts according to reason; his

prerogative is merely, that he act according to reason with consciousness and will. All other

things must; man is the being, who wills.

Precisely for this reason is nothing so unworthy of man, as to suffer violence, for

violence annuls him. Who does it to us, disputes nothing less than our humanity; who suffers it

in a cowardly manner, throws away his humanity. But this claim to absolute liberation from all

that is violence seems to presuppose a being, whic h possesses enough power, to drive away from

itself any other power. If it is found in a being, which does not maintain the uppermost rank in

the realm of forces, so an unhappy contradiction arises therefrom between the instinct and the

capacity.

Man finds himself in this case. Surrounded by numberless forces, which are all superior

to him and play the master over him, he makes claim by his nature, to suffer from no violence.

By his understanding he does indeed enhance his natural forces in an artificial ma nner, and up to

a certain point he actually succeeds in becoming physically master over everything physical. For

everything, the proverb says, there is a remedy, but not for death. But this single exception, if it

actually is one in the strictest sense, wo uld annul the whole notion of Man. By no means can he

be the being, which wills, if there is even but a single case, where he absolutely must, what he

does not will. This single terrible one, which he merely must and does not will, will accompany

him as a ghost and, as is also actually the case among the majority of men, deliver him as a prey

to the blind terrors of the phantasy; his boasted freedom is absolutely nothing, if he is bound

even in a single point. Culture shall set man free and help him, to ful fill his entire notion. It will

make him capable, therefore, of asserting his will, for man is the being, who wills.

This is possible in two kinds of ways. Either actually, when man opposes violence with

violence, when he as nature rules over nature; or ideally, when he steps out of nature and so, in

regard to himself, annihilates the concept of violence. What helps him to the first, is called

physical culture. Man cultivates his understanding and his sensuous forces, in order to make the

forces of nature according to their own laws either into instruments of his will or to secure

himself before their effects, which he can not control. But the forces of nature can be ruled or be

warded off only up to a certain point; beyond this point they withdraw from th e power of man

and subject him to theirs.

Now thus were his freedom done for, if it were capable of no other than physical culture.

He ought, however, to be Man without exceptions, therefore, in no case suffer

something against his will. Can he therefore n o longer oppose to the physical forces a

proportional physical force, so nothing else remains left to him, in order to suffer no violence,

than: to annul altogether a relation, which is so disadvantageous to him and to annihilate as a

concept the violence, which he must in fact suffer. To annihilate violence as a concept, however, On the Sublime 2

is called nothing other, than to voluntarily subject oneself to the same. The culture, which makes

him apt thereto, is called the moral.

The morally educated man, and only this on e, is entirely free. Either he is superior to

nature as power, or he is in harmony with the same. Nothing which it exerts upon him is

violence, for before it comes up to him, it has already become his own act, and dynamic nature

never even reaches him, bec ause acting freely he retires from all that it can reach. This mentality,

however, which morality teaches under the concept of resignation to necessity and religion,

under the concept of submission to divine counsel, demands, if it shall be a work of free choice

and reflection, already a greater clarity of thinking and a higher energy of the will, than man is

characteristically accustomed to in active life. Fortunately, however, there exists in his nature

only a moral predisposition, which can be developed through the understanding, but rather even

in his sensuous rational, i.e., human nature, an aesthetical tendency thereto, which can be

awakened through certain sensuous objects and cultivated through purification of his feelings

into this ideal swing of the mind. I shall at present treat of this indeed ideal predisposition,

according to its concept and being, which, however, even the realist displays clearly enough in

his life, although he does not admit it into his system.

Indeed, the developed feelings for beauty already suffice thereto, to make us, up to a

certain degree, independent of nature as a power. A mind which has been ennobled so far as to

be more moved by the form than by the matter of things, and, without any regard to possession,

to draw a free pleasure from the mere reflection upon the phenomenon's manner, such a mind

carries in itself an inner fullness of life that can not be lost, and because it has no need to arrogate

the objects in which it lives, so it is also not in danger, of being of th e same. However, the

appearance nevertheless ultimately wants to have a body, in which it appears, and so long as a

need therefore even exists for a beautiful appearance, a need remains left for the existence of

objects, and our satisfaction consequently i s still dependent upon nature as a power, which

commands over all existence. It is indeed something entirely different, if we feel a longing for

beautiful and good objects or if we merely desire, that the existing objects be beautiful and good.

The last ca n exist with the highest freedom of the soul, but the first not; that the existing be

beautiful and good, we can demand; that the beautiful and good be existing, merely wish. That

frame of mind, which is indifferent as to whether the beautiful and good and perfect exist, but

with rigorous sternness desires, that the existing objects be good, beautiful, and perfect, is called

preferably great and sublime, because it contains all realities of the beautiful character, without

sharing its limits.

It is a distin guishing mark of good and beautiful, but at any time weak souls, always to

insist impatiently upon the existence of their moral ideal and to be painfully affected by the

hindrances to the same. Such men place themselves in a sad dependence upon chance, and it may

always be predicted with certainty, that they will concede too much to the matter in moral and

aesthetical things and will not pass the highest test of character and taste. Moral defectiveness

ought not to infuse us with suffering and pain, which a lways bespeaks more an unsatisfied need

than an unfulfilled demand. The latter must have a more vigorous emotion as companion and

sooner strengthen and fortify the mind in its energy, than make it pusillanimous and unhappy.

There are two genii, which natur e gave us as companions throughout life. The one,

sociable and lovely, shortens the laborious journey for us through its lively play, makes the

fetters of necessity light for us, and leads us amidst joy and jest up to the dangerous places,

where we must ac t as pure spirits and lay aside everything bodily, as to cognition of truth and

performance of duty. Here it abandons us, for only the world of sense is its province, beyond this On the Sublime 3

its earthly wings can not carry it. But now the other one steps up, earnest a nd silent, and with

stout arm it carries us over the dizzying depth.

In the first of these genii one recognizes the feeling of the beautiful, in the second the

feeling of the sublime. Indeed, the beautiful is already an expression of freedom, but not that

which elevates us above the power of nature and releases us from every bodily influence, but

rather that, which we enjoy within nature as men. We feel ourselves free with beauty, because

the sensuous instincts harmonize with the law of reason; we feel ours elves free with the sublime,

because the sensuous instincts have no influence upon the legislation of reason, because the mind

acts here, as if it stood under no other than its own laws.

The feeling of the sublime is a mixed feeling. It is a combination of woefulness, which

expresses itself in its highest degree as a shudder, and of joyfulness, which can rise up to

enrapture, and, although it is not properly pleasure, is yet widely preferred to every pleasure by

fine souls. This union of two contradictory s entiments in a single feeling proves our moral

independence in an irrefutable manner. For as it is absolutely impossible that the same object

stand in two opposite relations to us, so does it follow therefrom, that we ourselves stand in two

different relat ions to the object, so that consequently two opposite natures must be united in us,

which are interested in the conception of the same in completely opposite ways. We therefore

experience through the feeling of the sublime, that the state of our mind does not necessarily

conform to the state of the senses, that the laws of nature are not necessarily also those of ours,

and that we have in us an independent principle, which is independent of all sensuous emotions.

The sublime object is of a double descriptio n. We refer it either to our power of

comprehension, and succumb in the attempt to form for ourselves an image or a concept of it; or

we refer it to our vital power, and consider it as a power before which those of ours vanish into

nothing. But although in t he one as in the other case we preserve the painful feeling of our limits

through its instigation, so we do not, however, flee it, but rather are attracted by it with

irresistible force. Would this be quite possible, if the limits of our imagination were a t the same

time the limits of our power of comprehension? Would we want to be reminded quite gladly of

the all -powerfulness of the forces of nature, if we had not still something in reserve, other than

what can become a prey to them? We delight in the sens uous -infinite, because we can think,

what the senses no longer grasp and the understanding no longer comprehends. We are inspired

by the terrible, because we are able to will, what the instincts abhor and reject, what they desire.

We gladly allow the imagi nation to find its master in the realm of phenomena, for it is

ultimately, however, only one sensuous force, which triumphs over another sensuous one, but

nature in all of its limitlessness can not attain to the absolute greatness in us ourselves. We gladl y

submit to the physical necessity of our well -being and our existence, for that reminds us

precisely, that it has no command over our principles. Man is in its hand, but the will of man is in

his own.

And thus has nature even employed a sensuous means, to teach us, that we are more than

merely sensuous; thus did she even know to utilize sensations, to lead us to the track of this

discovery, that we are not in the least subjected slavishly to the violenc e of the sensations. And

this is an entirely different effect, than can be produced by the beautiful — namely by the

beautiful of reality, for in the ideally beautiful even the sublime must be lost. In the beautiful,

reason and sensuousness harmonize, and on ly on account of this harmony does it have

attractiveness for us. Through beauty alone would we therefore eternally never learn, that we are

determined and able to prove ourselves as pure intelligences. In the sublime, on the contrary,

reason and sensuousn ess do not harmonize, and precisely in this contradiction between both lies On the Sublime 4

the charm wherewith it seizes our soul. The physical and the moral man are separated here from

one another most sharply; for exactly in such objects, where the first only feels its limits, does

the other have the experience of its force and is elevated infinitely precisely through that which

presses the other to the ground.

A man, I will assume, shall possess all of the virtues, whose union makes up the beautiful

character. He shall find his pleasure in the practice of justice, beneficence, temperance,

constancy, and faithfulness; all the duties, whose performance circumstances prescribe to him,

shall become light play to him, and fortune shall make no action hard for him, whereto hi s

philanthropic heart may ever summon him. To whom will this beautiful harmony of the natural

instinct with the prescriptions of reason not be enchanting, and who could refrain from loving

such a man? But can we think ourselves quite secure, in all affecti on for the same, that he really

is virtuous, and that there is virtue in general! If this man had only aimed at agreeable sensations,

so could he, without being a fool, absolutely not act otherwise, and he would have to hate his

own advantage, if he wished to be vicious. It can be, that the source of his actions is pure, but he

must settle that with his own heart; we see nothing thereof. We see him do not more, than also

the simply clever man had to do, who makes pleasure his god. The world of sense, theref ore,

explains all the phenomena of his virtue, and we have no need at all, to look beyond the same for

a reason for it.

This same man shall, however, suddenly fall into a great misfortune. One shall deprive

him of his possessions, one shall ruin his good n ame. Illnesses shall throw him onto a painful

bed, death shall tear away from him everything which he loves, everything in which he trusts,

shall forsake him in his distress. In this condition, let one seek him again and demand of the

unhappy one the pract ice of the same virtues, for which the happy one had formerly been so

prepared. Does one find him in this event still entirely the same; has poverty not reduced his

beneficence, ingratitude his obligingness, pain his equanimity, his own misfortune his symp athy

with another's happiness; does one notice the transformation of his circumstances in his figure,

but not in his conduct, in the matter, but not in the form of his behavior — then one indeed no

longer makes do with an explanation from the concept of natu re (according to which it is

absolutely necessary, that the present as effect is grounded upon something past as its cause),

because nothing can be more contradictory, than that the effect remain the same, when the cause

has been transformed into its contr ary. One must therefore renounce every natural explanation,

must give up altogether deriving the conduct from the condition, and must shift the grounds of

the first out of the physical world order into an entirely different one, to which reason can indeed

fly with its ideas, the understanding, however, can not grasp with its concepts. This discovery of

the absolute moral capacity, which is bound to no natural condition, gives to the melancholy

feeling, whereby we are seized at the sight of such a man, the c ompletely peculiar, inexpressible

charm, in respect to which no pleasure of the senses, however ennobled it may be, can contest

with the sublime.

The sublime, therefore, procures for us an exit from the sensuous world, wherein the

beautiful would gladly al ways keep us imprisoned. Not gradually (for there is no transition from

dependency to freedom), but rather suddenly and through a shock, does it tear the independent

spirit away from the net, wherewith the refined sensuousness ensnared him, and which binds so

much the more tightly, the more transparently it is spun. However much it has gained over man

through the imperceptible influence of a rather soft taste — even if it has succeeded in

penetrating, in the seducing veil of spiritual beauty, into the innermo st seat of moral legislation

and there poisoning the holiness of maxims at its source, so is a single sublime emotion often On the Sublime 5

enough to tear up this web of deceit, to give back to this fettered spirit its entire elasticity all at

once, to give it a revelatio n of its true destination, and to impose a feeling of its dignity, at least

for a moment. Beauty in the form of the goddess Calypso has enchanted the valiant son of

Ulysses, and, through the power of her charms, she holds him for a long time imprisoned upo n

her island. For long he believes he is paying homage to an immortal deity, since he lies only in

the arms of voluptuousness — but a sublime impression seizes him suddenly in the form of

Mentor: He remembers his better destiny, throws himself into the waves , and is free.

The sublime, like the beautiful, is poured out lavishly through all of nature, and the

sensibility for both is placed in all men; but the germ thereto develops unequally, and must be

helped to it by art. Already the aim of nature requires, t hat we hasten toward beauty from the

first, although we flee before the sublime; for beauty is our nurse in the childish age and should

lead from the rude state of nature to refinement. But, although she is our first love and our

sensibility is first unfol ded for the same, so has nature nevertheless provided therefor, that it

matures more slowly and the formation of the understanding and the heart awaits first its full

development. Did taste attain its full maturation, before truth and morality were planted in our

heart in a better way than can occur through it, so would the world of sense remain eternally the

limit of our endeavors. We would neither go beyond it in our concepts, nor in our sentiments,

and what the imaginative power can not represent, would also have no reality for us. But,

fortunately, it already lies in the ordering of nature, that the taste is, however, the last to ripen,

although it blossoms first among all the capacities of the mind. In this interval, enough time is

gained to cultivate a wealth of concepts in the head and a treasure of principles in the breast and,

then also to develop, especially out of reason, the sensibility for the great and sublime.

So long as man was merely a slave of physical necessity, had found no exit yet from t he

narrow circle of need, and did not yet divine the high demonic freedom in his breast, so

could incomprehensible nature only remind him of the limits of his conceptual power,

and decaying nature only of his physical impotence. He therefore had to pass by t he first with

pusillanimity and turn away from the other with fright. But, scarcely does free contemplation

make room for him against the blind rush of the forces of nature, and scarcely does he discover

in this deluge of phenomena something permanent in h is own being, than the wild masses of

nature round about him begin to speak to his heart an entirely different language; and the relative

greatness outside of him is the mirror, wherein he perceives the absolute greatness within

himself. Fearless and with thrilling pleasure, he now nears these frightful phantoms of his

imaginative power and intentionally summons the entire force of this capacity, to represent the

sensuous -infinite, in order, even if it succumbs in this attempt, to feel all the more lively t he

superiority of his ideas over the highest which sensuousness can provide. The view of unlimited

distance and incalculable heights, the wide ocean at his feet and the greater ocean above him,

snatch his mind away from the narrow sphere of the real and th e oppressive imprisonment of

physical life. A greater measure of estimation is held before him by the simple majesty of nature,

and, surrounded by its great forms, he no longer endures the small in his way of thinking. Who

knows how many luminous thoughts or heroic resolutions, which no prison study and no society

saloon would have brought into the world, this courageous struggle of the soul with the great

spirit of nature did not already bring forth during a walk — who knows if it is not attributed in

part t o a more seldom intercourse with this great genius, that the character of city dwellers turns

so willingly to the paltry, stunted, and withered, when the spirit of the nomad remains as open

and free as the firmament beneath which he encamps. On the Sublime 6

Not only the u nattainable for the conceptual power, the sublime of quantity, but also the

incomprehensible for the understanding, the confusion, can serve as a representation of the

supersensuous and give the soul a buoyancy, so soon as it passes into greatness and anno unces

itself as a work of nature (for otherwise it is contemptible). Who does not rather linger in the

spirited disorder of a natural landscape, than in the spiritless regularity of a French garden? Who

does not rather admire the wonderful fight between fe rtility and destruction on Sicily's fields,

does not rather feast his eye on Scotland's wild cataracts and misty mountains, Ossian's great

nature, than admire in tight -laced Holland the sour victory of patience over the most obstinate

elements? No one will deny, that in Batavia's pastures better care is taken of the physical man

than beneath the spiteful crater of Vesuvius, and that the understanding, which wants to

comprehend and arrange, profits by a regular farm garden far more than by a wild natural

lan dscape. But man has a further need than to live and to ensure his well -being, and even another

destiny than to comprehend the phenomena round about him.

What makes the wild bizarreness in physical creation so attractive to the traveler of

perception, preci sely that discloses to a soul capable of inspiration, even in the dubious anarchy

of the moral world, the source of a quite peculiar pleasure. Admittedly, he who enlightens the

great housekeeping of nature with the needy torch of the understanding and alwa ys aims only

thereat, to dissolve its bold disorder in harmony, he can not be pleased in a world where raving

accident seems to rule more than a wise plan and, by far in the majority of cases, merit and

fortune stand in contradiction to one another. He des ires that, in the great course of the world,

everything be ordered as in a good household, and does he miss this lawfulness, as it can indeed

not be otherwise, so nothing remains left to him, other than to await from a future existence and

from another nat ure the satisfaction, which remains due to him from the present and past. If, on

the contrary, he willingly gives up wanting to bring this lawless chaos of phenomena under a

unity of cognition, so does he amply win on another side, what he gives up for los t on this. Just

this complete want of a purposeful connection among this throng of phenomena, whereby they

become excessive and useless for the understanding, which must keep to this form of connection,

makes it an all the more suitable symbol for pure rea son, which finds its own independence of

the conditions of nature represented in just this wild unboundedness of nature. For if one takes

all the connections of a row of things under oneself, so has one the concept of independence,

which surprisingly harmo nizes with the pure reason's concept of freedom. Under this idea of

freedom, which it takes from its own medium, reason therefore embraces, in a unity of thought,

what the understanding can combine in no unity of cognition, submits through this idea to the

infinite play of the phenomena, and asserts therefore its power at the same time over the

understanding as a sensuously conditioned capacity. Does one now remember, what value it

must have for a being of reason, to become conscious of his independence of natural laws, so one

comprehends how it occurs that men of sublime bent of mind can hold out for compensation,

through this idea offered to them of freedom, for every disappointment of cognition? Freedom,

with all of its moral contradictions and physical e vils, is for noble souls an infinitely more

interesting spectacle than prosperity and order without freedom, where the sheep patiently follow

the shepherd and the self -commanding will is degraded to the subservient part of a clockwork.

The latter makes man merely into a spirited product and a more fortunate citizen of nature;

freedom makes him into the citizen and co -ruler of a higher system, where it is infinitely more

honorable, to occupy the nethermost place, than to command the ranks in the physical ord er.

Considered from this point of view, and only from this one, world history is to me a

sublime object. The world, as historical object, is at bottom nothing other than the conflict of On the Sublime 7

natural forces amongst one another and with the freedom of man, and hi story reports to us the

result of this contest. So far as history has come up to now, it has far greater deeds to relate of

nature (as which all emotions in man must be counted), than of the independent reason, and the

latter has been able to assert its po wer only through single exceptions of the law of nature in a

Cato, Aristides, Phocion, and similar men. Does one but approach history with great expectations

of light and knowledge — how severely is one there deceived! All well -meant attempts of

philosophy t o bring into agreement that which the moral world demands, with that which the

real affords, are disproved by the evidence of experience, and as pleasantly as nature conforms in

its organic kingdom to the regulative principles of judgment or seems to confo rm, so

ungovernably does it tear off the bridle in the kingdom of freedom, wherein it would gladly

imprison the spirit of speculation.

How entirely otherwise, if one gives up explaining it, and makes thus its

incomprehensibility itself the standpoint of ju dgment. Precisely the circumstance that nature,

considered on a large scale, mocks all rules which we ascribe to it through our understanding;

that in its self -willed free movement it crushes into the dust the creations of wisdom and of

chance with equal h eedlessness; that it sweeps away with it into one destruction the important

just as the insignificant, the noble just as the common; that it preserves here a world of ants, there

its glorious creation, man, it holds in its giant arms and smashes; that it o ften wastes its most

toilsome acquisitions in a light -minded hour and often builds onto a work of folly for centuries —

in a word: this defection of nature on a large scale from the rules of cognition, to which it

submits in its particular phenomena, makes e vident the absolute impossibility of

explaining nature itself through the laws of nature and of applying to its kingdom, what

applies in its kingdom and the mind is therefore driven irresistibly from the world of phenomena

into the world of ideas, from the conditioned into the unconditioned.

The terrible and destructive nature leads us much further still than the sensuous -infinite,

as long, namely, as we remain merely free observers of the same. The sensuous man, to be sure,

and sensuousness in the rational one, fear nothing so much as to quarrel with this power, which

has to rule over well -being and existence.

The highest ideal, toward which we strive, is to remain in good agreement with the

physical world as the guardian of our felicity, without being comp elled therefore, to break with

the moral, which determines our dignity. Now, however, as everyone knows, it is not always

feasible to serve both masters, and even if (an almost impossible case) duty should never come

into conflict with need, so does natura l necessity nevertheless enter into no agreement with man,

and neither his force nor his skill can secure him against the malice of the fates. Happy is he

therefore, if he has learned to endure what he can not change, and to surrender, with dignity,

what h e can not save! Cases can occur, where fate scales all ramparts upon which he grounded

his safety, and nothing further remains left to him, than to escape into the holy freedom of the

spirit — where there is no other means, than to wish to calm the instinct of life — and no other

means to resist the power of nature, than to anticipate it and, through a free annulment of all

sensuous interest, before a physical power does it, morally to kill the physical body.

Now sublime emotions and a frequent intercourse with destructive nature strengthen him

thereto, both there, where it shows him its ruinous might merely from a distance, and also where

it actually expresses it against his fellow man. The pathetic is an artificial misfortune, and like

the true misfortune, it places us in direct contact with the spiritual law, that rules in our bosom.

However, the true misfortune selects its man and its time not always well: it often surprises us

defenseless and, what is even worse, it often makes us defenseless. The artificial misfortune of On the Sublime 8

the pathetic, on the contrary, finds us in full armament, and because it is merely imagined, so the

independent principle in our soul gains room, to assert its absolute independence. Now, the more

frequently the mind renews this deed of self -action, the more the same becomes a skill to him, he

gains an all the greater advantage over the sensuous instinct, so that he is at last able then, if from

the imagined and artificial misfortune an earnest one comes, to treat it as an artificial one and —

the highest swing of human nature! — to resolve the actual suffering into a sublime emotion. The

pathetic, one can therefore say, is an inoculation against unavoidable fate, whereby it deprives it

of its malignancy and the assault of the same is led to the s trong side of man.

Therefore, away with the false understanding forebearance and the careless, overindulged

taste, which throws a veil over the earnest face of necessity and, in order to place itself in the

favor of the senses, invents a harmony between we ll-being and good conduct, of which no traces

appear in the real world. Let evil destiny show itself to us face to face. Not in the ignorance of

the danger surrounding us — for this must ultimately cease — only in the acquaintance with the

same is there salvat ion for us. To this acquaintance we are now helped by the terrible, glorious

spectacle of all destructive and again creative and again destructive alteration — of the now

slowly undermining, now swiftly invading ruin, we are helped by the pathetical portrait s of

humanity wrestling with fate, of the irresistible flight of good fortune, of deceived security, of

triumphant injustice, and of defeated innocence, which history establishes in ample measure and

the tragic art through imitation brings before our eyes. For where were those, who, with a not

entirely neglected moral predisposition, can read of the tenacious and yet futile fight of

Mithridates, of the collapse of the cities of Syracuse and Carthage, and can dwell on such scenes,

without paying homage to th e earnest law of necessity with a shudder, momentarily reining in his

desires and, affected by this eternal unfaithfulness of everything sensuous, striving in his bosom

after the persevering? The ability to feel the sublime is therefore one of the most glo rious

predispositions in the nature of man, which, both because of its origin from the independent

capacity of thinking and of the will, deserves our attention, and also because of its influence

upon moral man, deserves the most perfect development. The be autiful is merely well -deserved

of man, the sublime of the pure demon in him; and because it is once our determination, even in

all sensuous limitations to conform to the law book of the pure mind, so must the sublime be

added to the beautiful, in order to make the aesthetical education a complete whole and to

enlarge the sensibility of the human heart to the entire extent of our determination, and therefore

also beyond the world of sense.

Without the beautiful, there would be continual strife between our n atural determination

and our rational determination. On account of the endeavor, to satisfy our intellectual vocation,

we would neglect our humanity and, all moments taken as departure from the world of sense, we

would remain constant strangers in this sphere of activity once assigned to us. Without the

sublime, beauty would make us forget our dignity. In the relaxation of an uninterrupted

enjoyment, we would forfeit vigor of character and, fettered indissoluably to this accidental

form of existence, los e sight of our unchangeable determination and our true fatherland. Only

when the sublime is wedded with the beautiful, and our receptivity for both has been cultivated

in equal measure, are we perfected citizens of nature, without for this reason being its slaves and

without frittering away our rights as citizens in the intelligible world.

Now, indeed, nature already establishes for itself alone objects in quantity, in respect to

which the receptivity for the beautiful and the sublime may be exercised; but man is, as in other

cases, so also here, served better at second hand than at first and would prefer to receive a matter

prepared and selected by art, than draw laboriously and scantily from an impure spring. The On the Sublime 9

imitative creative instinct, which can endu re no impression, without immediately striving after

lively expression, and perceives in every beautiful or great form of nature a challenge to wrestle

with it, has the great advantage over the same, to be able to treat that as main object and as a

distinc t whole, which nature — if it does not throw it down unintentionally — in the pursuit of an

end lying near to it, takes along in passing. If nature suffers violence in its beautiful organic

structures, either through the deficient individuality of the matter o r through the effect of

heterogeneous forces, or if it exercises violence in its great and pathetic scenes and acts as a

power upon man, though it can become aesthetical only as an object of free contemplation, so is

its imitator, plastic art, is fully fre e, because it separates all accidental limitations from its object,

and leaves even the mind of the beholder free because it imitates only the appearance and not

the reality. However, as the whole charm of the sublime and beautiful lies only in the appeara nce

and not in the contents, so does art have all the advantages of nature, without sharing her fetters

with her.