One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Since I've Started: Why Not Have a Week Praising the Absurd

Today's laudatory gesture goes to that crazy Dane: Soren Kierkegaard. If you wade through him I guarantee you'll find some golden nuggets. 

Like a thunderstorm, the genius goes against the wind.
It is the path we all take -- over the Bridge of Sighs into eternity.
One thought succeeds another; no sooner have I thought it and am about to write it down than there's a new one --hold it, grasp it -- madness -- insanity!

I'm also here to praise his longing for Repetition:
When this experience had been repeated for several days I became so exasperated, so tired of repetition, that I resolved to make my way home again. My discovery was of no importance, and yet it was a strange one, for I discovered that there is no such thing as repetition, and I had  convinced myself of this by trying in every possible way to get it repeated.

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