My favorite part of Kierkegaard so far has been the first five or six pages of either/or. I liked the short paragraphs of random scattered ideas, it reminded me of my ownd journals...anywayssss on page 42, one thing he wrote took my mind back to Tintern Abbey: "To live in recollection is the most perfect life imaginable ; recollection is more richly satisfying then all actuality, and it has a security that no actuality possesses." Also, in a strange way I feel like its an abstract opposite of Ode to a Grecian Urn in which the scene depicted on the urn is in between actuality and not recollection, but expectation.
Another thing I liked was Ks little rant on page 42 as well I think, or near to there, when he was complaining about the wretchedness of life due to peoples lack of passion. He wrote that "that is whay my soul always turns back to the Old Testament and to Shakespeare, there one still feels that those who speak are human beings; there they hate, there they love, there they murder the enemy, curse his descendants through all generations, there they sin. " I find this very true. Often I read things in church about people who seem almost too perfect you know? I always find the stories very unrealistic amd hard to believe sometimes. These stories rarely take into account that people get mad, moody and are prone to "brat" fits, we are all guilt of throwing a supermarket fit as a child. We are human, we make mistakes. We are not perfect in any way.
Also, during the lecture on Thursday we got into talking about the kind of people who cannot commit thenselves long-term, people who live in the moment. I found myself thinking about my Dad, who after retiring from a job that already kept him away from home and halfway across the world for eight or nine months a year, still continues to leave whenever he gets the impulse to China, or France, or more recently Spain, just beacuse he wants to and he can. For him, like what we talked about, the ultimate evil is boredom. This boredom always seems to settle in to him like a disease when hes been at home for about 3-4 weeks. Of course, as a child, I obviously found him fascinating; he could speak multiple languages and always bought me the most unique gifts and amazing stories to tell when he did come home. I was enchanted, awe-struck I guess you could say by him as a child, but know Ive grown up and Ive come to realize that as much as I love him and and as interesting and wonderful as he is, these sort of people, these compulsive travelers and moment captureres and spontaneous adventurers, are as Mitchell said, like parasites after time.
The parts that I could understand in K I really did enjoy, but most of the time I just feel like its all over my head, which is not unusual for me haha
I will just make another post for my comment as always since it still wont let me comment on peoples.
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