John Maynard Keynes famously remarked that
Newton was the last of the magicians. He was referring to Newton’s fascination
with alchemy and the book of Revelations. Keynes was, of course, wrong – there
were certainly magicians after Newton. But he was right in the most important
respect, which was that the Whiggish history of science, in which Newton
figured as a hero of positivism, was founded on a fiction. And it was not an
unimportant glossing over of minor Newtonian penchants – according to Dobbs in
The Janus Faces of Genius: The Role of Alchemy in Newton's Thought, one of the
great books in the science wars, Newton took his notion of force from the
alchemists. In fact, although the positivists still seem not to recognize this,
the father of positivistic physics, quite purged of alchemical crap, is
Descartes. The only problem with Descartes notion of vortices is that they are,
mathematically, crap, as Newton proved. In place of the vortices – which at
least adhere to the old materialist image of one thing causing another by means
of contact – we have the mathematically proven magic of attraction at a
distance.
When Goethe started reading the alchemists in the
1770s, preparting to write Faust, alchemy was good and dead – but only in the
sense that psychoanalysis is good and dead. While alchemy seemed, especially to
the 19th century positivists, to have been overthrown as a rational task by
scientist, in reality its concepts became part of the background of natural
philosophy, aka science.
Which brings us to the homunculus. Goethe’s
critics claim that Goethe first read about the artificial manniken in a
dialogue written by a Dr. Johannes Praetorius, a prolific seventeenth century
popularizer of wonders, against Paracelsus. Gerhild Williams, in his book on Praetorius,
summarizes it as a very curious dialogue, in that Paracelsus never claimed to
have made a homunculus. Like Praetorius, Paracelsus believed in the elemental
spirits literally. Praetorius, however, claims he instructed his disciples in
how to create chymische Menschen – literally, “chemical people”. You needed
wine, yeast, sperm, blood and horse dung to do the deed. ‘When he is done, you
have to watch him very diligently. Though no one will have taught him, he will
be among the wisest of men; he will know all the occult arts because he has
been created with the greatest of skill.”
In one way, we are the children of the homunculus.
We are certainly chemical people. Our environments consist of synthetics
absolutely unknown in this solar system before we began to produce them – and
now, of course, they wrap about us, a giant oil-n-corn slick, and we rarely
touch dirt, or unprocessed wood. If by some magic I waved a wand and wished
away all the synthesized chemical products in my nearest neighborhood, the stools
on the sidewalks outside of the cafes would collapse, the cars would vanish,
the plants would wither (fertilizers gone), the food in the grocery store, what
was left of it, would immediately start to grow rapidly stale.
None of which were things foreseen by Goethe,
Newton’s fiercest enemy, in 1769.
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