“ When our planet shall have ceased to live, and the last human family shall have fallen asleep on the brink of the last lagoon of the frozen ocean, numberless suns will still shine in the infinite, there will still be mornings and evenings, spring-time and flowers, hopes and joys, other suns, other earths, other humanities,—boundless space, peopled with tombs and cradles. But life, thought, eternal progress, are the final object of creation."The earth is a star's satellite. Now, as well as in the future, we are citizens of the sky; whether we know it or not, we are really living in the stars." ”
Camille Flammarion
Summary
Camille Flammarion’s Urania (1883), a philosophical novel merging astronomy with spirituality, examines humanity’s position in the cosmos through the journey of Icléa, a woman striving for transcendence. Set against celestial depictions of Earth, the Sun, and distant planets, the work combines themes of atomic movement, universal harmony, and the soul’s immortality.
Flammarion’s protagonist interacts with Spero, a guide from a higher realm, to address existential questions about eternity, the material world, and the persistent pursuit of understanding. The text suggests that life’s ultimate aim is cosmic advancement, uniting scientific exploration with metaphysical awe.
Quotes from Urania (Camille Flammarion)
“ The greater number of souls never even suspect their own existence. Out of the fourteen hundred millions of human beings who people the earth, ninety-nine one hundredths do not think. Great heavens! what would they do with immortality? As the molecule of iron floats in the blood, throbbing in Lamartine's or Hugo's temple, or is fixed for a time in Cæsar's sword; as the molecule of hydrogen shines in the lobby of a theatre, or merges itself into the drop of water swallowed by a fish in the dusky depths of the sea, so living atoms sleep which have never thought. ”
“ In reality there is nothing but motion."The rainbow spreads its radiant circle; the rose and corn-flower, dripping with rain, glitter in the sun; the green meadow, the golden furrow, diversify the plain with their bright colors. There are no colors; there is no light,—there is nothing but the ether waves, which cause a vibration of the optic nerve. Appearances are deceitful. The sun warms and fertilizes; fire burns. There is no heat, only sensation; heat, like light, is but one form of motion,—invisible but supreme, sovereign motion! ”
