That's my biggest problem with Kierkegaard, that his books aren't "packaged ready". They're more of a careful preparation, slow simmering type of experience. Delectable, but trying on my patience.A child is arrogant, because truth is still raw and righteousness easy. Children have grand and ostentatious plans. The young are the best hackers, not yet nauseated by long failure. They're selfish enough to want to do it all for themselves. But such a child eventually crosses over into the shell-like adult. Selfishness leads only to death ! What to do then?
The way things are packaged ready into functional objects, is a feature of shell-like-living. The useful becomes the right, but there is no deep thought about the basis of what is right.
Yeah, I think of intellectual speculation as being set into motion by desire and it eventually proves to be useless, yet the desire is still in motion with nowhere to go. The object turned out to be nonexistent.Yet without these things having developed such uses, the functionality wouldn't arrive. Intellectualising is a progression. Maybe it ends as useless, while still continuing ?
No, I don't think any crisis is necessary. Maybe for stubborn souls who think it is, but apparently he didn't need to experience every existential crisis in order to come to a spiritual understanding of them. He reflected on them, followed them to their logical conclusions, but that's not the same thing as living it out, so I don't think it can really be considered experience.It's desire for something, the childish dream of something, that is hell. It's impossible to return, that's why it's difficult. You just can't get back there, ever.
Because that desire to return is the desire for something. It is impossible to drop it all, "to drop it all" is an action, reflecting on "it all"...separate.
So he couldn't stop still before, he could only drop it all after reflecting on being it all. Isn't that only possible through having experienced intense and ongoing existential crises?
I've been thinking lately about how passion for something can be ignited, since I know from experience that passion can overcome anything. I think a big part of it is having faith in yourself. You have to convince yourself that success in imminent. Or as Kierkegaard put it, faith always expects victory.Lately, I've realised how essential it is not to give up. It is easy to. There is much against becoming properly functional. It is very complicated when one feels like giving up, because pessimism turns the mind into dull sod. But one must report back, every moment, to existence. There's no departure or stasis possible.
Take girls for example. Why is there such a huge difference between a popular girl and a girl who never was popular? Why does the popular girl always seem to have a boyfriend while the unpopular one can't find a single one? I think it's because the unpopular one doesn't think success is possible, so she doesn't have the passion to make any effort and nothing happens for her.
It seems a little different, though, with spirituality. With worldly pursuits you can always look at the failures around you to gain confidence, but with spirituality it has the opposite effect. There's really no point in looking around for anything. I think we just need to realize that God will give us everything we need and that we have the ability to take it from him.
Maybe. I kind of think of any kind of suicide as more of a public statement than a personal mission, so that doesn't really do it for me. It seems like a wholly worldly act to me, like the result of wanting to communicate anger, but not being able to find an outward expression for it, so it mutates into depression or something.Surely suicide ends a momentary suffering, but it doesn't end it at all, really. It just makes it harder for some other being, who hasn't got some inspiring (or any) examples to see. He or she becomes fatalistic, defeatist, shell-like, and has no inkling of it, let alone how simple it really is. Even if one suffers, and has a terrible and terrifying existence, and especially so compared to the contented and happy sheep, there is at least a foothold for someone else.
The miracle is just there, somewhere. A memento mori is a good way to remember how urgently one should keep hacking away. A hanging-rope tied in the form of a noose, it invokes a more subjective, reflective mindstate.