Love of the One
Why are so many people unhappy when blessedness is close at hand? Fichte's answer lies in what they love.
Life is love, Fichte tells his Berlin audience, and so life is itself blessedness, when it loves the right thing. True life loves the One, the unchanging and eternal; mere apparent life scatters its love over changing things and becomes a constant dying, each moment devouring the last. Blessedness is not postponed beyond the grave. It lies there only for someone in whom it has begun here, and pain, the felt separation from what one loves, is the sting that drives a person towards union.
- happiness
- blessedness
- love
- life
- desire
- being
- divine being
- unity
- selfhood
- individuality
- attention
- world
Enter a dialogue
- Blessedness lies beyond the grave, you say, only for someone in whom it has already begun here. Why can death not bring what life did not?
- Life is love, you tell your listeners, and all its form and force come from love. Why, then, does it matter so much what a person loves?
- A life that loves only changing things, you argue, is a constant dying in which each moment devours the last. Why call that dying?
- Someone has loved and lost and wishes they had never loved. Why, on your account, is a life open to love's wounds better than a pale one?
- Many believers find comfort in a heaven after death. Why do you call that hope, so often, a heaven of sensual pleasure in disguise?