Imagination, for Whitehead, is not a decorative add-on to a finished empirical picture but rather the faculty that allows us to reconfigure the categories through which we understand experience. He is explicit that imagination has a legitimate and necessary role to play in bringing us into more intimate contact with reality.
If we read Coleridge through Whitehead, primary imagination corresponds to the primordial creativity at the heart of the world, what Whitehead would call the primordial nature of God. Secondary imagination corresponds to our conscious participation in that creativity. Fancy, meanwhile, fits the role of a purely representational model of mind restricted to the sense-bound intellect.
What Coleridge, Barfield, Steiner, Goethe, and Whitehead are all saying is that imagination is not mere fancy. It is not just a brain mechanism limited to recombining sensory impressions. Rather, imagination is the way the deeper creative ground of the cosmos becomes conscious of itself in and through us. What we experience consciously as imagination is the same formative power that grows plants, shapes bones, and ignites the stars.
Whitehead and Barfield help us see that our current predicament is rooted in a metaphysical confusion and a perceptual deformation: the bifurcation of nature; the contraction of consciousness; the despotism of the eye; and the reduction of imagination to mere fancy. Within this wounded cosmovision, nature is mute and valueless, and human beings are defined primarily as rational consumers and producers. Under such conditions, the relentless exploitation of ecosystems and workers should not be considered a surprising aberration but an expected outcome.
To respond adequately, we need more than better scientific models or economic policies. We need a renewed metaphysical imagination. This does not mean denying science. It means refusing to handicap science with a mutilated picture of perception. It means recognizing that imagination is not an optional aesthetic supplement to real knowledge, but a cognitive power that allows us to come into conscious relation with the more-than-human world.
The Imagination then I consider either as primary, or secondary. The primary Imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM. The secondary Imagination I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing with the conscious will, yet still as identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in degree, and in the mode of its operation. It dissolves, diffuses, dissipates, in order to recreate: or where this process is rendered impossible, yet still at all events it struggles to idealize and to unify. It is essentially vital, even as all objects (as objects) are essentially fixed and dead.
FANCY, on the contrary, has no other counters to play with, but fixities and definites. The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space; while it is blended with, and modified by that empirical phaenomenon of the will, which we express by the word Choice. But equally with the ordinary memory the Fancy must receive all its materials ready made from the law of association.
- Biographia Literaria, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“So, to Coleridge, the whole world of thought—even logic itself—was an organic structure. Now he himself conceived of an organic whole in which each part implies or contains every other part, in which each part, as it were, contains the whole. Thus, the moment his mind began to undertake the necessary analytical work, the splitting up into parts which is requisite for the purpose of discursive expression, Coleridge began to feel that he was denying his own intuition. As soon as he had separated out a part of his system for the purpose of giving expression to it, he would feel with anxiety the necessity of trying to show there and then how that same part implied the whole. His extraordinarily unifying mind was too painfully aware that you cannot really say one thing correctly without saying everything. He was rightly afraid that there would not be time to say everything before going on to say the next thing, or that he would forget to do so afterwards. His incoherence of expression arose from the coherence of what he wanted to express. It was a sort of intellectual stammer.”¹
- Owen Barfield, "The Philosophy of Coleridge" in Romanticism Comes of Age, Anthroposophical Publishing Company, London, 1944, p. 149
I will not carry this any further. I merely wanted to give a rough indication of the way in which the nature of Coleridge’s thought enabled him to approach nature from within...What I am giving is the sketch of a sketch. Coleridge was not, in general, a close observer of nature, as Wordsworth and his sister were, or as Goethe was. But he was a very close observer of his own thought-processes. And this initiated him into the heart of nature. So that he was able to know nature by mentally recreating her.
- Owen Barfield, "The Philosophy of Coleridge" in Romanticism Comes of Age, Anthroposophical Publishing Company, London, 1944, p. 162
Goethe was a scientist before he was a philosopher. He tells us himself that he had “ never thought about thinking,” Coleridge was a philosopher (and also, in the true sense of the word, a psychologist) first ; he interested himself in science only incidentally and on one occasion. He spent most of his life thinking about thinking.
The truth at the core of things is one and the same from whatever direction it is approached, and it is particularly interesting to observe that these two thinkers, starting from opposite poles, Goethe from the pole of Nature and Coleridge from the pole of Pure Reason or Spirit, meet. Both of them overcame (and hence the degree of misunderstanding which they have encountered) the arch fallacy of their age and our own, the fallacy that mind is exclusively subjective , or, to put it more crudely, that the mind is something which is shut up in a sort of box called the brain, the fallacy that the mind of man is a passive onlooker at the processes and phenomena of nature, in the creation of which it neither takes nor has taken any part, the fallacy that there are many separate minds, but no such thing as Mind.
- Owen Barfield, "The Philosophy of Coleridge" in Romanticism Comes of Age, Anthroposophical Publishing Company, London, 1944, p. 150
“What, then, is the really characteristic thing about this creative imagination for which the Romantics claimed so much? How does it differ from any other human faculty and experience? I think the true differentia of imagination is that the subject should be somehow merged or resolved into the object. Talent may copy Nature, but genius claims to ‘create’ after the fashion of Nature herself. Nature takes the pen from its hand and writes; and there are many phrases of the same nature. Thus, Coleridge called imagination organic. It was ‘the repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.’ I think it was Lamb who spoke of the soul being ‘resolved into the element which it contemplates,’ and the same feeling confronts us in Adonais:
He is a portion of that loveliness
Which once he made more lovely.
In a word, imagination involves a certain disappearance of the sense of ‘I’ and ‘Not I.’ It stands before the object and feels, ‘I am That.’”
- Owen Barfield, "The Philosophy of Coleridge" in Romanticism Comes of Age, Anthroposophical Publishing Company, London, 1944, p. 162