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EUREKA:
PROSE POEM
BY
EDGAR A. POE
NEW-YORK:
GEO. P. PU TN AM,
OF LATE FIRM OF "WILEY & PUTNAM
155 BROADWAY.
MDCCCXLVni.
ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848,
BY EDGAR A. POE,
la the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New- York.
1. H; AVITT, TROW & Cc Prs ,
33 Ann-street.
WITH VERY PROFOUND RESPECT,
&&is iSJEJorlt fs ZJeTJicatelJ
TO
ALEXANDER VON HUMBOLDT.
PREFACE.
To the few who love me and whom I love — to those
who feel rather than to those who think — to the dreamers
and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities —
I offer this Book of Truths, not in its character of Truth-
Teller, but for the Beauty that abounds in its Truth ; con
stituting it true. To these I present the composition as an
Art-Product alone : — let us say as a Romance ; or, if I be
not urging too lofty a claim, as a Poem.
What I here propound is true: — therefore it cannot
die : — or if by any means it be now trodden down so that it
die, it will " rise again to the Life Everlasting."
Nevertheless it is as a Poem only that I wish this work
to be judged after I am dead.
E. A. P.
EUREKA:
AN ESSAY ON THE MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL UNIVERSE.
IT is with humility really unassumed — it is with a senti
ment even of awe — that I pen the opening sentence of this
work : for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader
with the most solemn — the most comprehensive — the most
difficult — the most august.
What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sub
limity — sufficiently sublime in their simplicity — for the mere
enunciation of my theme ?
I design to speak of the Physical, Metaphysical and
Mathematical — of the Material and Spiritual Universe : —
of its Essence, its Origin, its Creation, its Present Condi
tion and its Destiny. I shall be so rash, moreover, as to
challenge the conclusions, and thus, in effect, to question
the sagacity, of many of the greatest and most justly rever
enced of men.
EUREKA.
In the beginning, let me as distinctly as possible announce
— not the theorem which I hope to demonstrate — for, what
ever the mathematicians may assert, there is, in this world
at least, no such thing as demonstration — but the ruling
idea which, throughout this volume, I shall be continually
endeavoring to suggest.
My general proposition, then, is this : — In the Original
Unity of the First Thing lies the Secondary Cause of All
Things, with the Germ of their Inevitable Annihilation.
In illustration of this idea, I propose to take such a sur
vey of the Universe that the mind may be able really to
receive and to perceive an individual impression.
He who from the top of ^Etna casts his eyes leisurely
around, is affected chiefly by the extent and diversity of the
scene. Only by a rapid whirling on his heel could he hope
to comprehend the panorama in the sublimity of its oneness.
But as, on the summit of ^Etna, no man has thought of
whirling on his heel, so no man has ever taken into his
brain the full uniqueness of the prospect ; and so, again,
whatever considerations lie involved in this uniqueness,
have as yet no practical existence for mankind.
I do not know a treatise in which a survey of the Uni
verse — using the word in its most comprehensive and only
legitimate acceptation — is taken at all : — and it may be as
well here to mention that by the term " Universe," wherever
employed without qualification in this essay, I mean to de
signate the utmost conceivable expanse of space, with all
things, spiritual and material, that can be imagined to exist
within the compass of that expanse. In speaking of what is^
ordinarily implied by the expression, " Universe," I shall
THE UNIVERSE.
take a phrase of limitation — " the Universe of stars." Why
this distinction is considered necessary, will be seen in the
sequel.
But even of treatises on the really limited, although
always assumed as the unlimited, Universe of stars, I know
none in which a survey, even of this limited Universe, is
so taken as to warrant deductions from its individuality.
The nearest approach to such a work is made in the " Cos
mos" of Alexander Von Humboldt. He presents the sub
ject, however, not in its individuality but in its generality.
His theme, in its last result, is the law of each portion of the
merely physical Universe, as this law is related to the laws
of every other portion of this merely physical Universe. His
design is simply synoeretical. In a word, he discusses the
universality of material relation, and discloses to the eye of
Philosophy whatever inferences have hitherto lain hidden
behind this universality. But however admirable be the
succinctness with which he has treated each particular
point of his topic, the mere multiplicity of these points occa
sions, necessarily, an amount of detail, and thus an involu
tion of idea, which preclude all individuality of impres
sion.
It seems to me that, in aiming at this latter effect, and,
through it, at the consequences — the conclusions — the sug
gestions — the speculations — or, if nothing better offer itself,
the mere guesses which may result from it — we require
something like a mental gyration on the heel. We need so
rapid a revolution of all things about the central point of
sight that, while the minutiae vanish altogether, even the
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more conspicuous objects become blended into one. Among
the vanishing minutiae, in a survey of this kind, would be all
exclusively terrestrial matters. The Earth would be con
sidered in its planetary relations alone. A man, in this
view, becomes mankind ; mankind a member of the cosmi-
cal family of Intelligences.
And now, before proceeding to our subject proper, let
me beg the reader's attention to an extract or two from a
somewhat remarkable letter, which appears to have been
found corked in a bottle and floating on the Mare Tenebra-
rum — an ocean well described by the Nubian geographer,
Ptolemy Hephestion, but little frequented in modern days
unless by the Transcendentalists and some other divers for
crotchets. The date of this letter, I confess, surprises me
even more particularly than its contents ; for it seems to
have been written in the year two thousand eight hundred
and forty-eight. As for the passages I am about to trans
cribe, they, I fancy, will speak for themselves.
" Do you know, my dear friend," says the writer, ad
dressing, no doubt, a contemporary — " Do you know that it
is scarcely more than eight or nine hundred years ago since
the metaphysicians first consented to relieve the people of
the singular fancy that there exist but two practicable roads
to Truth ? Believe it if you can ! It appears, however, that
long, long ago, in the night of Time, there lived a Turkish
philosopher called Aries and surnamed Tottle." [Here, pos
sibly, the letter- writer means Aristotle ; the best names are
wretchedly corrupted in two or three thousand years.] " The
fame of this great man depended mainly upon his demon
stration that sneezing is a natural provision, by means of
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which over-profound thinkers are enabled to expel superflu
ous ideas through the nose ; but he obtained a scarcely less
valuable celebrity as the founder, or at all events as the
principal propagator, of what was termed the Reductive or
a priori philosophy. He started with what he maintained
to be axioms, or self-evident truths : — and the now well un
derstood fact that no truths are se/f-evident, really does not
make in the slightest degree against his speculations : — it
was sufficient for his purpose that the truths in question
were evident at all. From axioms he proceeded, logically,
to results. His most illustrious disciples were one Tuclid, a
geometrician," [meaning Euclid] "and one Kant, a Dutch
man, the originator of that species of Transcendentalism
which, with the change r»erely of a C for a K, now bears
his peculiar name.
" Well, Aries TottJe flourished supreme, until the advent
of one Hog, surna^ied ' the Ettrick shepherd/ who preached
an entirely different system, which he called the a posteriori
or inductive. His plan referred altogether to sensation.
He proceeded by observing, analyzing, and classifying facts
— iastanticB Natures, as they were somewhat affectedly
called — and arranging them into general laws. In a word,
while the mode of Aries rested on noumena, that of Hog
depended on phenomena ; and so great was the admiration
excited by this latter system that, at its first introduction,
Aries fell into general disrepute. Finally, however, he
recovered ground, and was permitted to divide the empire
of Philosophy with his more modern rival : — the savans
contenting themselves with proscribing all other competi
tors, past, present, and to come ; putting an end to all con-
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troversy on the topic by the promulgation of a Median law,
to the effect that the Aristotelian and Baconian roads are,
and of right ought to be, the sole possible avenues to know
ledge : — ' Baconian/ you must know, my dear friend," adds
the letter- writer at this point, " was an adjective invented
as equivalent to Hog-ian, and at the same time more digni
fied and euphonious.
" Now I do assure you most positively" — proceeds the
epistle — " that I represent these matters fairly ; and you can
easily understand how restrictions so absurd on their very
face must have operated, in those days, to retard the pro
gress of true Science, which makes its most important
advances — as all History wi\l show — by seemingly intuitive
leaps. These ancient ideas confined investigation to crawl
ing ; and I need not suggest to you that crawling, among
varieties of locomotion, is a very capital thing of its kind ; —
but because the tortoise is sure of foot, for this reason must
we clip the wings of the eagles ? For maivy centuries, so
great was the infatuation, about Hog especially, that a vir
tual stop was put to all thinking, properly so calit/i. No
man dared utter a truth for which he felt himself indebted
to his soul alone. It mattered not whether the truth was
even demonstrably such ; for the dogmatizing philosophers
of that epoch regarded only the road by which it professed
to have been attained. The end,
