The Passions and the Race of Life
What moves a human being before any law tells them what to do? Hobbes answers with a body that senses, remembers and desires, and the politics of the second half depends on the answer.
Every thought begins, on this account, as a motion that an outside object sets going in the head; colour and sound are how that motion appears to us, and are not in the things. Passions are the same motion continued toward what pleases or away from what hurts. Hobbes defines them one after another by a single measure, the sense of one’s own power beside another’s: glory, pity, laughter, even love. He closes the list by comparing life to a race with no prize but being foremost. Because desire never ends, he denies that there is any final contentment.
- passions
- desire
- fear
- emotion
- human nature
- perception
- imagination
- language
- knowledge
- reasoning
Enter a dialogue
- You picture life as a race with no prize but being in front, where leaving the course means dying. Where can a runner rest?
- To pity someone, in your account, is to imagine their misfortune striking us too. Is there any feeling for others that is not about ourselves?
- Someone has everything they once wanted and is restless again. Why does final contentment exist, for you, no more than a road to Utopia?
- Laughter, you say, is sudden glory: a flash of superiority over someone’s weakness. What about friends laughing at a joke that mocks nobody?
- Beggars recite the Lord’s Prayer with no thought behind the words. How much ordinary reasoning is, for you, talk of that kind?