The Rhythm of Life, and Other Essays

								

insufficient motive for going to the mountains if they do it to see the
sunrise.  The sun that leaps from a mountain peak is a sun past the dew
of his birth; he has walked some way towards the common fires of noon.
But on the flat country the uprising is early and fresh, the arc is wide,
the career is long.  The most distant clouds, converging in the beautiful
and little-studied order of cloud-perspective (for most painters treat
clouds as though they formed perpendicular and not horizontal scenery),
are those that gather at the central point of sunrise.  On the plain, and
there only, can the construction--but that is too little vital a word; I
should rather say the organism--the unity, the design, of a sky be
understood.  The light wind that has been moving all night is seen to
have not worked at random.  It has shepherded some small flocks of cloud
afield and folded others.  There's husbandry in Heaven.  And the order
has, or seems to have, the sun for its midst.  Not a line, not a curve,
but confesses its membership in a design declared from horizon to
horizon.
To see the system of a sky in fragments is to miss what I learn to look
for in all achieved works of Nature and art: the organism that is unity
and life.  It is the unity and life of painting.  The Early Victorian
picture--(the school is still in full career, but essentially it belongs
to that triumphal period)--is but a dull sum of things put together, in
concourse, not in relation; but the true picture is one, however
multitudinous it may be, for it is composed of relations gathered
together in the unity of perception, of intention, and of light.  It is
organic.  Moreover, how truly relation is the condition of life may be
understood from the extinct state of the English stage, which resembles
nothing so much as a Royal Academy picture.  Even though the actors may
be added together with something like vivacity (though that is rare),
they have no vitality in common.  They are not members one of another.  If
the Church and Stage Guild be still in existence, it would do much for
the art by teaching that Scriptural maxim.  I think, furthermore, that
the life of our bodies has never been defined so suggestively as by one
who named it a living relation of lifeless atoms.  Could the value of
relation be more curiously set forth?  And one might penetrate some way
towards a consideration of the vascular organism of a true literary style
in which there is a vital relation of otherwise lifeless word with word.
And wherein lies the progress of architecture from the stupidity of the
pyramid and the dead weight of the Cyclopean wall to the spring and the
flight of the ogival arch, but in a quasi-organic relation?  But the way
of such thoughts might be intricate, and the sun rules me to simplicity.
He reigns as centrally in the blue sky as in the clouds.  One October of
late had days absolutely cloudless.  I should not have certainly known it
had there been a hill in sight.  The gradations of the blue are