Three of Seven
The shooting star she saw shone bright
A blaze of blue and brilliant green
It dropped as in a dream-like sight
From whence to where she did not ween
A beacon, or, a baleful sign?
Significance was there, it seemed
What the Philosophers say about reality is often as deceptive as when you see a sign in a second-hand store that reads: Pressing Done Here. If you went in with your clothes to have them pressed you would be fooled; the sign is for sale.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
The shooting star she saw shone bright
A blaze of blue and brilliant green
It dropped as in a dream-like sight
From whence to where she did not ween
A beacon, or, a baleful sign?
Significance was there, it seemed
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A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The Clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
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This is good.
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