Forgetting Kierkegaard

I have forgotten Søren Kierkegaard — his introspection, his self-examination before God. Now I recall glimpses — heaps of prophetic images — like shards of light breaking upon a darkened mind. Yet, none of the images is clear or distinct. There is, for me at this moment, the sound of water only. Drop. Drop. Like T S Elliot’s fiery sermon in greyscale. The water sounds distant.

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Published:
08.20.09 / 2pm
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Reflexions