oh soren, how you brighten my mondays.
the whole order of things fills me with a sense
of anguish, from the gnat to the mysteries of
incarnation; all is entirely unintelligible to me,
and particularly my own person. great is my
sorrow, without limits. none knows of it, except
God in Heaven, and He cannot have pity.
- kierkegaard, journal
of anguish, from the gnat to the mysteries of
incarnation; all is entirely unintelligible to me,
and particularly my own person. great is my
sorrow, without limits. none knows of it, except
God in Heaven, and He cannot have pity.
- kierkegaard, journal
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how did ol' soren kick the bucket?
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