First page of James Maxwell's last poem, "A Paradoxical Ode", sent to Peter Tait, but addressed to the fictional materialist hero Dr. Hermann Stoffkraft of Tait and Balfour Stewart’s 1878 novel Paradoxical Philosopher. [1] |
“All religious theories, schemes and systems, which embrace notions of cosmogony, or which otherwise reach into the domain of science, must, in so far as they do this, submit to the control of science, and relinquish all thought of controlling it.”
See also: Maxwell on the soulIn followup to his review, in 1878 Maxwell penned a satirical three-part poem entitled “A Paradoxical Ode”, addressed to Hermann Stoffkraft (the so-called materialistic hero of Paradoxical Philosophy), which he sent to Tait poking fun at their work, themed on the alluded to premise that his soul was an amphicheiral knot, a knot that can be deformed into its mirror image, in a scientific sense, which curiously was Maxwell’s last poem, as he knew he was dying as he wrote it. The original version is reproduced below: [1]
My soul’s an amphicheiral knot (1)I
Upon a liquid vortex wrought (14)
By Intellect in the Unseen residing (17)
While thou dost like a convict sit
With marlinspike untwisting it (2)
Only to find my knottiness abiding,
Since all the tools for my untying
In four-dimensioned space are lying (3),
Where playful fancy intersperces,
Whole avenues of universes;
Where Klein and Clifford fill the void
With one unbounded, finite homaloid (4),
Whereby the Infinite (5) is hopelessly destroyed.
The "amphicheiral knot" (a trefoil knot), i.e. a knot that can be deformed into its mirror image, as found on the cover of Balfour Stewart and Peter Tait’s 1875 The Unseen Universe, wherein they argue for the immortality of the soul using thermodynamics. [3] |
II
But when thy Science lifts her pinions
In Speculation’s wild dominions,
I treasure every dictum thou emittest;
While down the stream of Evolution
We drift (6), and look for no solution
But that of survival of the fittest (7),
Till in that twilight of the gods
When earth and sun are frozen clods (13),
When, all its matter degraded (8),
Matter in aether shall have faded,
We, that is, all the work we’ve done (9),
As waves in aether, shall for ever run (16)
In swift expanding spheres, through heavens beyond the sun.
III
Great Principle of all we see,
Thou endless Continuity! (15)
By thee are all our angles gently rounded,
Our misfits are by thee adjusted,
And as I still (10) in thee have trusted,
So let my methods never be confounded!
O never may direct Creation
Breach in upon my contemplation,
Still may the causal chain ascending,
Appear unbroken and unending,
And where the chain is best to sight
Let viewless fancies guide my darkling (11) flight
Through aeon-haunted worlds, in order infinite (12).
2008 article "The Last Poem of James Clerk Maxwell" by American mathematician Daniel Silver, which helped to unearth some of the background to Maxwell's final thoughts. [4] |
In sum, as noted by the ending lines of the poem, Maxwell considers the thoughts of the paradoxical philosopher to be mere "viewless fancies", but nevertheless all that one has to guide the person at their parting moments. Again, as mentioned, at the time of writing this, his last poem, as well as his Nature review of Stewart and Tait’s energetic immortality theory of the soul, it was known that Maxwell already knew he was dying. This fact is summarized well by American statistical mathematician Daniel Silver, in his well-researched 2007 article “My Soul’s an Amphicheircal Knot: the Last Poem of James Clerk Maxwell”, he comments :
“Questions about the soul’s immortality were no longer merely academic for Maxwell. He was dying, and very likely knew it by now. For months he had been suffering from stomach pains, but he had consulted no doctors. We know from Campbell that when he wrote his review, he was having difficulty swallowing. He would learn soon that he had the same cancer that took his mother at the very same age that he was now. He would die within a year.”
Last three lines of Ode to Stoffkraft should be as follows.
While Residents in the Unseen–
Aeons or Emanations – intervene,
And from my shrinking soul the Unconditioned screen.