Every Character, None of It Existing
What is a colour, a melody or the meaning of a word, taken purely as what it is? An essence, Santayana answers: timeless, infinite in number, and neither existing nor causing anything.
Existence, for Santayana, is the flux of matter, where things happen, change and push one another about. Essences are the characters those events might wear, and every possible character is one, whether anything ever wears it or not. Each is exactly itself — which is why identity and logic belong here — and together they form a realm with no order of rank, no preference and no power. Nothing in it needs to be thought, and nothing in it is the worse for being unthought.
- essence
- existence
- pure being
- infinity
- possibility
- universals
- identity
- ontology
- logic
- dialectic
- matter
Enter a dialogue
- Colours, shapes and meanings without end, none existing or acting, make up a realm of essence. Why not call it a manner of speaking?
- Can someone grieving a lost face find anything in the thought that its essence is untouched by the loss?
- When a thinker dies, the realm of essence and the universe hardly notice, yet for him everything ends. What does that gap show about the mind?
- Clear descriptions of the universe look fantastic, yet they are no stranger than a sunset. If they delight without being facts, are they worthless?
- Nature is a Sphinx who secretly hopes we will laugh, you say, since she is a fact and not a riddle. Why is laughter the right answer?