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.
I saw a face in an open window
She looked back with strained compassion
"Are you really so much like me?" I asked
She did not give an answer
I walked on, then, and left her
The one whose face I recognized
But did not expect to see again
Some years later, I passed that way
Saw the same window, still open,
Though perhaps the house was different
The face I saw in that open window
Was as much a reflection as ever
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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