The activity of consciousness, we have seen, converts
impression into idea, that is, crude sensation into imagination. {E.g., the perception of red in your visual field as modified by consciousness to become the 'idea' of that sensation, which can carry over into your awareness while still directing your attention at that colorful thing, but also after you've stopped looking at it. When we become conscious of a sensation, it ceases to be a pure/crude sensation. Consciousness 'dominates' and 'perpetuates' sense impressions.}
Regarded as names for a certain kind or level of experience,
the words consciousness and imagination are synonymous:
they stand for the same thing, namely, the level of experience
at which this conversion occurs. But within a single experi-
ence of this kind there is a distinction between that which
effects the conversion and that which has undergone it.
Consciousness is the first of these, imagination is the second.
Imagination is thus the new form which feeling takes when
transformed by the activity of consciousness.
This makes good the suggestion thrown out at the end of
Chapter VIII, that imagination is a distinct level of experi-
ence intermediate between sensation and intellect, the point
at which the life of thought makes contact with the life of
purely psychical experience {for Collingwood, psychical experience means experience at the level of crude sensation/feeling}.
As we should now restate that
suggestion : it is not sensa as such that provide the data for
intellect, it is sensa transformed into ideas of imagination by
the work of consciousness.
In Chapter VIII, I gave a preliminary account of the
structure of experience based on a two-term distinction
between feeling and thought. I now seem to have retracted
this and substituted a three-term distinction in which con-
sciousness appears as an intermediate level of experience
connecting the two. But that is not my intention. Conscious-
ness is not something other than thought; it is thought
itself; but it is a level of thought which is not yet intellect.
What I was describing under the name of thought in Chapter
VIII was, we can now see, not thought in the widest sense,
which includes consciousness, but thought in a narrower
sense, thought par excellence, or intellection. Everything
which was said about thought, however, in the first section of
that chapter applies not only to intellection but to thought
generally and therefore to consciousness. The aim of this
section is to develop this point.
The work of intellect is to apprehend or construct rela-
tions. This work, as I explained in Chapter VIII, takes two
shapes, one primary and the other secondary. Intellect in
its primary function apprehends relations between terms
which in Chapter VIII were called feelings; but we now
know that this was inaccurate; they are not the crude feelings
of purely psychical experience which I am now calling
impressions, they are these feelings as modified by conscious-
ness and so converted into ideas. Intellect in its secondary
function apprehends relations between acts of primary
intellection or between what in such acts we think.
Consciousness is the activity of thought without which we
should have no terms between which intellect in its primary
form could detect or construct relations. Thus consciousness
is thought in its absolutely fundamental and original shape.
As thought, it must have that bipolarity which belongs to
thought as such. It is an activity which may be well or ill
done; what it thinks may be true or false. But this seems
paradoxical; for since it is not concerned with the relations
between things, and hence does not think in terms of concepts
or generalizations, it cannot err, as intellect can, by referring
things to the wrong concepts. It cannot, for instance, think
‘This is a dog’, when the object before it is a cat. If, as we
said above, the kind of phrase which expresses what it thinks
is something like ‘This is how I feel’, such a statement might
seem incapable of being false, in which case consciousness
would have the peculiar privilege of being a kind of thought
not liable to error, and this would amount to saying that it
was not a kind of thought at all.
But the statement ‘This is how I feel’ does imply bipola-
rity. It has an opposite: ‘This is not how I feel’; and to
assert it is to deny this opposite. Even if consciousness
never actually erred, it would still have this in common with
all forms of thought, that it lives by rejecting error. A true
consciousness is the confession to ourselves of our feelings;
a false consciousness would be disowning them, i.e. thinking
about one of them ‘That feeling is not mine’.
The possibility of such disowning is already implicit in
the division of sensuous-emotional experience into what is
attended to and what is not attended to, and the recognition
of the former as ‘mine’. If a given feeling is thus recognized,
it is converted from impression into idea, and thus dominated
or domesticated by consciousness. If it is not recognized, it
is simply relegated to the other side of the dividing line : left
unattended to, or ignored. But there is a third alternative. The
recognition may take place abortively. It may be attempted,
but prove a failure. It is as if we should bring a wild animal
indoors, hoping to domesticate it, and then, when it bites,
lose our nerve and let go. Instead of becoming a friend, what
we have brought into the house has become an enemy.
I must try to pay cash for the paper money of that simile.
First, we direct our attention towards a certain feeling, or
become conscious of it. Then we take fright at what we have
recognized: not because the feeling, as an impression, is an
alarming impression, but because the idea into which we are
converting it proves an alarming idea. We cannot see our
way to dominate it, and shrink from persevering in the
attempt. We therefore give it up, and turn our attention to
something less intimidating.
I call this the ‘corruption’ of consciousness; because con-
sciousness permits itself to be bribed or corrupted in the
discharge of its function, being distracted from a formidable
task towards an easier one. So far from being a bare possi-
bility, it is an extremely common fact. Let us return to the
case of a child who, after howling automatically from mere
rage, becomes conscious of himself and recognizes the rage
as a feeling of his own. This new state of things, if properly
developed, makes him able to dominate the rage. But if all
that is desired is to escape being dominated by it, there are
two ways in which this may come about. The nettle may be
either dodged or grasped. In the first case, we avoid the
domination of one feeling by attending to a different feeling.
The child’s attention is distracted from his rage, and the
howls cease. In the second, we avoid being dominated by
fixing our attention on the very feeling which threatens to
dominate us, and so learn to dominate it.
The feeling from which attention is distracted, whether
by a foolish parent or nurse or by our own self-mismanage-
ment, does not lapse from attention altogether. Conscious-
ness does not ignore it; it disowns it. Very soon we learn to
bolster up this self-deceit by attributing the disowned ex-
perience to other people. Coming down to breakfast out of
temper, but refusing to allow that the ill humour so evident
in the atmosphere is our own, we are distressed to find the
whole family suffering agonies of crossness.
The bipolarity which belongs to consciousness as a form
of thought, infects the imaginations which it constructs.
When consciousness is corrupted, imagination shares the
corruption. In the mere imagining of something, whatever
it may be, this corruption cannot exist. An imagination is
merely an element in my sensuous-emotional experience
upon which I fix my attention, and thus stabilize and per-
petuate it as an idea. There can be no element in my ex-
perience which has not a right to be so treated, and hence
imagination as such can never be corrupt. But whenever
some element in experience is disowned by consciousness,
that other element upon which attention is fixed, and which
consciousness claims as its own, becomes a sham. In itself,
it does genuinely belong to the consciousness that claims it;
in saying ‘This is how I feel’, consciousness is telling the
truth; but the disowned element, with its corresponding
statement ‘And that is how I do not feel’, infects this truth
with error. The picture which consciousness has painted of
its own experience is not only a selected picture (that is, a
true one so far as it goes), it is a bowdlerized picture, or one
whose omissions are falsifications.
This corruption of consciousness has already been de-
scribed by psychologists in their own way. The disowning
of experiences they call repression; the ascription of these
to other persons, projection; their consolidation into a mass
of experience, homogeneous in itself (as it well may be, if the
disowning is systematically done), dissociation; and the
building-up of a bowdlerized experience which we will
admit to be our own, fantasy-building. They have shown,
too, the disastrous effect which these corruptions of con-
sciousness have, if they become habitual, on the person
suffering from them. The same lesson was taught long ago
by Spinoza, who has expounded better than any other man
the conception of the truthful consciousness and its impor-
tance as a foundation for a healthy mental life. The problem
of ethics, for him, is the question how man, being ridden by
feelings, can so master them that his life, from being a
continuous passio, an undergoing of things, can become
a continuous actio, or doing of things. The answer he gives
is a curiously simple one. ‘Affectus qui passio est, desinit
esse passio, simulatque eius claram et distinctam formamus
ideam’ {Ethics, part v, prop. 3). As soon as we form a clear
and distinct idea of a passion, it ceases to be a passion.
The untruth of a corrupt consciousness belongs to neither
of the commonly recognized species of untruth. We divide
untruths into two kinds, errors and lies. When experience
reaches the intellectual level, the distinction is valid. Con-
cealment of the truth is one thing, a bona fide mistake is
another. But at the level of consciousness the distinction
between these two things does not exist: what exists is the
protoplasm of untruth out of which, when further developed,
they are to grow. The untruthful consciousness, in disown-
ing certain features of its own experience, is not making
a bona fide mistake, for its faith is not good; it is shirking
something which its business is to face. But it is not con-
cealing the truth, for there is no truth which it knows
and is concealing. Paradoxically, we may say that it is
deceiving itself; but this is only a clumsy attempt to explain
what is happening within a single consciousness on the
analogy of what may happen as between one intellect and
another. 1
1 The untruthful consciousness is, I suppose, what Plato means in the
phrase which is unhappily translated ‘the lie in the soul* (Republic, 382 a-c).
The condition of a corrupt consciousness is not only an
example of untruth, it is an example of evil. The detailed
tracing of particular evils to this source by psycho-analysts
is one of the most remarkable and valuable lines of investiga-
tion initiated by modern science, bearing the same relation
to the general principles of mental hygiene laid down by
Spinoza that the detailed inquiries of relativistic physics
bear to the project for a ‘universal science’ of mathematical
physics as laid down by Descartes.
Now, just as we divide untruths into errors and lies, so we
divide evils into those a man suffers and those he does.
Where they affect not his relation to his surroundings but
his own condition, whether bodily or mental, this division
becomes one between disease and wrongdoing.
The symptoms and consequences of a corrupt conscious-
ness come under neither of these headings. They are not
exactly crimes or vices, because their victim does not choose
to involve himself in them, and cannot escape from them by
deciding to amend his conduct. They are not exactly
diseases, because they are due not to functional disorder or
to the impact of hostile forces upon the sufferer, but to his
own self-mismanagement. As compared with disease, they
are more like vice; as compared with vice, they are more like
disease.
The truth is that they are a kind of sheer or undifferentiated
evil, evil in itself, as yet undifferentiated into evil suffered
or misfortune and evil done or wickedness. The question
whether a man in whom they exist suffers through his mis-
fortune or through his fault is a question that does not arise.
He is in a worse state than either of these alternatives would
imply; for an unfortunate man may still have integrity of
character, and a wicked man may still be fortunate. A man
whose consciousness is corrupt has no mitigations, either
within or without. So far as that corruption masters him, he
is a lost soul, concerning whom hell is no fable. And
whether or no the psycho-analysts have found the means to
rescue him, or to save those in whom this evil has advanced
less far, their attempt to do so is an enterprise that has
already won a great place in the history of man’s warfare
with the powers of darkness.