Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I know most of you are just soaking in Kierkegaard with all your might, but I am not going to say I thoroughly enjoy it. As for the reading itself, while highlight-able and undeniably quotable, my mere superficial reading of it makes no sense--and what I think he is saying, he is undoubtedly not saying. I am confused. I am bewildered. I am in honors, and this is normal. Later, rinse, repeat.

Obviously, I am going to blog about Repetition. Frankly, I have no idea what he is saying. It was difficult to follow, and without the entire text concerning Repetition and remaining confined to what is given, I shall tell of what my experiences are in repetition and recollection. First I shall say K through me off guard when he states that repetition and recollection are the same movement in opposite direction. The image in my head is when I am attempting to look at the back of my head in a mirror by using another mirror--this often occurs after haircuts, to ensure I have not been ruined by my hairdresser. If you shift your focus from yourself, you see the repetition of the same image over and over again. The same is true of the other mirror. It is the same movement from either mirror.

As learned from Dr. Mitchell today (in one of the most engaging conversations I have had in a while), repetition is not about watching the same psychological thriller over and over again and picking up on something different each time around, for me it is namely Donnie Darko. Repetition is not about obtaining new knowledge from the same confined experience. And if there is one thing I am learning from honors this semester, it is that you can learn a lot about what something is not and never fully grasp what it is. For instance, I may have this repetition thing entirely wrong. But as far as I have concluded, it is about sameness; for me, it is going to the same coffee shop (Serda's) over and over again, and trying to retain the glamour of it I first experienced. The time between one visit in the next is nothing if the experience is not the same. Mitchell's reference to deja vu is utterly relevant. It is about that sense of significance, once that experience is repeated. Now, this has never happened with Serda's. In fact, I am downright over the place. I find nothing beautiful in it anymore. However, repetition was successful today when I took a stroll through the woods. This is not uncommon for me, as I dearly love a good romp through the wilderness. But today I found what I was looking for while I was not looking for it. It was the sense of sameness. I often send myself to the woods for solitude and thought, many times leaving unresolved. Today, for the second time in my life, I found complete resolve.

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