Whitehead's appeal for a more organic science with help from Wordsworth
[T]ake the subtle beauty of a flower in some isolated glade of primeval forest. No animal has ever had the subtlety of experience to enjoy its full beauty. And yet this beauty is a grand fact in the universe. When we survey nature and think however flitting and superficial has been the animal enjoyment of its wonders, and when we realize how incapable the separate cells and pulsations of each flower are of enjoying the total effect—then our sense for the value of the details for the totality dawns upon our consciousness. This is the intuition of holiness, the intuition of the sacred, which is at the foundation of all religion…
- AN Whitehead, Modes of Thought
The teleology of the universe is directed toward the production of beauty.
- AN Whitehead, Adventures of Ideas
The world is self-creative; and the actual entity as self-creating creature passes into its immortal function of part-creator of the transcendent world. In its self-creation the actual entity is guided by its ideal of itself as individual satisfaction and as transcendent creator. The enjoyment of this ideal is the ‘subjective aim,’ by reason of which the actual entity is a determinate process.
- AN Whitehead, Process and Reality
Whitehead's Critique of Mechanistic Science
Can science help us appreciate, in Whitehead's words, "the subtle beauty of a flower in an isolated glade," without reducing that beauty—and our experience of it—to nothing more than neural firings or wavelengths of light? Or (see below) "the radiance of the sunset" on an summer night? Must we treat beauty as a private illusion, or can we understand it as a real and intrinsic feature of the world we share?
Of course science can help us understand the evolutionary biology by which a sense of beauty emerges in human life. And it can help us understand the neural chemistry that accompanies that sense. But that is not the question here. The question is: Can science as science affirm, as Whitehead puts it in Adventures of Ideas, that "the teleology of the universe is directed toward the production of beauty."
In Science and the Modern World, Whitehead argues that mechanistic science avoids the truths of direct perception, and, accordingly, cannot affirm that beauty is part of nature and that the universe is directed toward its production. Mechanistic science must separate facts from values, and see values as but human projections onto a value-free assemblage of mechanistic happenings. But he also argue a more organic science can do so. This is a science that views nature not as a heap of inert particles driven by external forces, but as a living web of interrelated events in which qualitative values, like the radiance of a sunset, are as real as any quantitative measurement. Such a science takes seriously the direct perceptions of ordinary experience, treating them not as subjective distortions to be explained away, but as genuine revelations of the world’s concrete, immediate reality.
Whitehead puts it memorably in Science and the Modern World: “When you understand all about the sun and all about the atmosphere and all about the rotation of the earth, you may still miss the radiance of the sunset. There is no substitute for the direct perception of the concrete achievement of a thing in its actuality.”
For Whitehead, the abstractions of mechanistic science leave out this radiance — the concrete fact as we experience it in its fullness. An adequate science must keep such lived qualities in view, integrating them into our understanding of nature rather than discarding them as mere appearance. The “organic” alternative he proposes is not anti-science; it is a richer science, one that unites the analytical precision of physics with a faithful accounting of beauty, value, and lived immediacy.
Wordsworth
He makes the same point in his appeal to Wordsworth in Science and the Modern World, where he praises the poet for refusing to hand over the living beauty of nature to “the mercy of science,” and for insisting that the felt qualities of experience are as much a part of reality as the measurable facts. What follows is an extended excerpt:
"Wordsworth was passionately absorbed in nature. It has been said of Spinoza, that he was drunk with God. It is equally true that Wordsworth was drunk with nature. But he was a thoughtful, well-read man, with philosophical interests, and sane even to the point of prosiness. In addition, he was a genius. He weakens his evidence by his dislike of science. We all remember his scorn of the poor man whom he somewhat hastily accuses of peeping and botanising on his mother’s grave. Passage after passage could be quoted from him, expressing this repulsion. In this respect, his characteristic thought can be summed up in his phrase, ‘We murder to dissect.
In this latter passage, he discloses the intellectual basis of his criticism of science. He alleges against science its absorption in abstractions. His consistent theme is that the important facts of nature elude the scientific method. It is important therefore to ask, what Wordsworth found in nature that failed to receive expression in science. I ask this question in the interest of science itself; for one main position in these lectures is a protest against the idea that the abstractions of science are irreformable and unalterable.
Now it is emphatically not the case that Wordsworth hands over inorganic matter to the mercy of science, and concentrates on the faith that in the living organism there is some element that science cannot analyse. Of course he recognises, what no one doubts, that in some sense living things are different from lifeless things. But that is not his main point. It is the brooding presence of the hills which haunts him. His theme is nature in solido, that is to say, he dwells on that mysterious presence of surrounding things, which imposes itself on any separate element that we set up as an individual for its own sake.
He always grasps the whole of nature as involved in the tonality of the particular instance. That is why he laughs with the daffodils, and finds in the primrose thoughts ‘too deep for tears.’ Wordsworth’s greatest poem is, by far, the first book of The Prelude. It is pervaded by this sense of the haunting presences of nature. A series of magnificent passages, too long for quotation, express this idea. Of course, Wordsworth is a poet writing a poem, and is not concerned with dry philosophical statements. But it would hardly be possible to express more clearly a feeling for nature, as exhibiting entwined prehensive unities, each suffused with modal presences of others:
'Ye Presences of Nature in the sky And on the earth! Ye Visions of the hills! And Souls of lonely places! can I think A vulgar hope was yours when ye employed Such ministry, when ye through many a year Haunting me thus among my boyish sports, On caves and trees, upon the woods and hills, Impressed upon all forms the characters Of danger or desire; and thus did make The surface of the universal earth, With triumph and delight, with hope and fear, Work like a sea? …’
In thus citing Wordsworth, the point which I wish to make is that we forget how strained and paradoxical is the view of nature which modern science imposes on our thoughts. Wordsworth, to the height of genius, expresses the concrete facts of our apprehension, facts which are distorted in the scientific analysis."
— Alfred North Whitehead, Science and the Modern World, pp. 83–84
This passage makes four interconnected points.
First, Whitehead warns that science, when absorbed in abstractions and analytic methods, can overlook aspects of nature that are central to our lived experience—especially those qualities that give nature its immediacy, beauty, and meaning.
Second, Wordsworth perceives nature in solido—not as a set of disconnected parts, but as a single, unified presence in which every element is permeated by and related to every other. The Latin phrase in solido means “as a whole” or “in its entirety,” and here it conveys an experience of nature that is holistic, immersive, and relational rather than fragmentary.
Third, Whitehead hears in Wordsworth an intuitive grasp of what he later calls “prehensive unities”—events and things understood as interwoven webs of relations rather than isolated units. This insight reappears in Process and Reality and Adventures of Ideas in his description of “actual occasions,” momentary experiences that are each a prehensive unification of the entire universe, carrying value for themselves in their very act of becoming.
Finally, the “tonality of the particular instance” suggests that value, mood, and atmosphere are intrinsic to nature itself, woven into its very fabric, rather than mere subjective projections or decorative additions imposed by the human observer. In short, when Whitehead writes that “you may still miss the radiance of the sunset” even after mastering the science of the sun, atmosphere, and earth’s rotation, he is making a point akin to his reflections on Wordsworth’s experience of nature in solido. The sunset is more than an optical effect explained by photons, dust, and refraction; it is a unified presence in which sky, light, air, and earth are bound together, each element saturated with the others. In such moments we intuitively sense what Whitehead later calls “prehensive unities,” the way events and things exist as interwoven wholes rather than disconnected fragments. The glow, the calm, the mood are not mere projections of our minds; they are intrinsic to nature’s own reality, part of what the sunset is in that moment.
Science and Beauty
It remains to be seen whether a more organic science, of the kind Whitehead envisions, can truly take root in the minds of practicing scientists long shaped by a mechanistic view of nature. Certainly, there are scientists today who do think more organically in this Whiteheadian sense. Whitehead himself believed that such an organic view could be fully scientific, capable of embracing all the dimensions of the natural world, both quantitative and qualitative. He was, as is clear, pro-science. Indeed, he based much of his work in his own studies of quantum theory, relativity theory, evolutionary thinking, geology, thermodynamics, and, of course, mathematics. For him, the data of science point to a kind of aliveness, including a kind of beauty, in nature itself.
As the example of the sunset makes clear, Whitehead believed not only in a living earth, but in a living universe imbued with beauty and value. This is not to say that pleasant beauty is the whole story. Nature also has a harsh and dangerous side, marked by forces of destruction and violence, whether in the sudden fury of a storm, the slow grinding of geological upheavals, or the predatory struggles within ecosystems. Sometimes beauty is, as he was very clear on, a tragic beauty—a beauty that includes pain and violence, cosmically and, just as certainly, in human life. Still, there is this eros toward beauty at the heart of things. The hope for humanity, and perhaps for science, is that we can attune ourselves to this eros and allow it to guide us toward flourishing in our time of need.
Ecologically, such attunement nurtures stewardship, inspiring care for the earth not merely for its utility but for its inherent worth. For human well-being, encounters with natural beauty bring joy, relieve stress, and renew vitality. Culturally, beauty fuels the creative imagination that shapes art, poetry, and music. Morally, it awakens empathy and deepens our sense of belonging within the web of life. Spiritually, beauty often evokes a sense of awe that feels like holiness itself, reminding us that we inhabit a world not only alive but sacred. And for science, affirming beauty as real encourages approaches that integrate qualitative as well as quantitative ways of knowing. We can thank Whitehead and Wordsworth, and also the flower in the forest glade and the radiant sunset, for pointing us in these directions.
Creativity and God
To the affirmation of beauty in nature, and the claim that it is produced by the universe, Whitehead adds another point: this production is not the result of divine fiat, but of a spontaneous self-creativity inherent in the world itself and in each actual entity. As he writes,
“The world is self-creative; and the actual entity as self-creating creature passes into its immortal function of part-creator of the transcendent world. In its self-creation the actual entity is guided by its ideal of itself as individual satisfaction and as transcendent creator. The enjoyment of this ideal is the ‘subjective aim,’ by reason of which the actual entity is a determinate process.”
He continues:
“An actual entity by functioning in respect to itself plays diverse rôles in self-formation without losing its self-identity. It is self-creative; and in its process of creation transforms its diversity of rôles into one coherent rôle. Thus ‘becoming’ is the transformation of incoherence into coherence, and in each particular instance ceases with this attainment.”
In other words, the beauty of the universe arises from the creativity of each actual entity as it receives the world given to it and responds with its own originality, adding something new to the ongoing creation. This self-creativity is responsive to an ideal that it feels—a vision of its own best possible becoming—which guides its transformation of what is received into something coherent, satisfying, and novel. Thus, Whitehead thinks, the natural world—of which we are a part—is imbued with beauty, as in the flower in the glade or the glow of the sunset. This beauty is created from an ideal felt within each individual entity, consciously or unconsciously, depending on the context.
Theistic Whiteheadians, of which there are many (including Whitehead) will add that this ideal is the way ultimate beauty—a harmony of harmonies—is felt within each actual entity. It takes shape as the initial phase of the subjective aim of each entity. This does not mean that the actual entity is created by God; it means that, in its self-creativity, it is responsive to God. Wordsworth might say that God—understood as the spirit of creativity that haunts creation—is woven into nature as intimately as beauty itself. Whitehead would agree: in his vision, God is the indwelling lure toward Beauty, the quiet but persistent telos of the universe. Whitehead sees no reason why scientists, as scientists, might not also affirm this vision—recognizing beauty, creativity, and even God as integral to the very fabric of nature they study.