Every once in a while I get out Kierkegaard's Journals--sometimes it's like turning on a floodlight in the deep woods at midnight; sometimes it's a bit like having an ice-cube stuck down the pants. As I thought about the Gospel reading from this past Sunday (of the Publican and Pharisee), I remembered a Journal entry from Jan. 7, 1839:
"What is so confusing about us is that we are at once the pharisee and the publican."
Well, he's right of course.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I've no idea what I'm doing here. I wanted to comment on someone else's blog, kept clicking on stuff, somehow ended up with a blog of my very own. I don't have time for this kind of nonsense. No one in their right mind would care what I think. I seldom care what I think! But maybe this can be a place to practice my fiddlefarting--I don't think I'm as good at it as I once was, and I'd like to recover that lost skill.