[The completed manuscript of "Johannes Climacus or De omnibus dubitandum est."
As soon as I state the immediate, the statement is essentially untrue, for I cannot state anything immediately but only mediately.
Doubt, then, does not arise from and advance with truth; on the contrary, as long is doubt is not present everything is true. Doubt comes through ideality and ideality through doubt.
The ideas are always dichotomous
[In pencil: in reflection everything is dichotomous.]
to know — truth
to love — the beautiful
to will — the good
The principal pain of existence is that from the beginning I have been in contradiction to myself, that a person's true being comes through an opposition. — It may be that one does not perceive this contradiction, for in ideality by itself, just as in reality [Realiteten], everything is true. But it cannot remain hidden from a person when he submits everything to ideality — he then discovers that reality is a fraud. It is usually through an illusion that one realizes this. But it is easy to see that if all sense perception is not a fraud, then there would be no illusion at all. That men persist in the mixed position that sense perception as a rule is true but now and then deceives proves nothing, because the fact that something appears to be different under other conditions is, after all, not a deception by sense perception, but on the contrary the opposite would be a deception by sense perception. An eye can be so lazy that it does not detect the change, but in that case it is the particular eye that deceives the individual.
All this demonstrates the possibility of doubt per se. Now he wanted to try to determine more definitely what it is to doubt, for the language had many different expressions to describe this situation, and it is not properly called doubt.
When a judge is uncertain, he conducts an interrogation, pursues every clue, and then pronounces a judgment — that is, he comes to the conclusion: guilty or innocent; but now and then he dismisses the charge. Is then nothing accomplished by that judgment? Indeed there is — the uncertainty is determined. He was uncertain as to how he should judge; now he is no longer uncertain, now his verdict is ready: he judges that he is uncertain. He rests in that, for one cannot rest in uncertainty, but one can rest when one has determined it.
Victor Eremita ...
Solo Dancer and Private Individual
[*] In margin: Movements and Positions
Fear and Trembling
Johannes de silentio
a poetic person who exists
only among poets.
A Fruitless Venture
A Venture in Discovery
A Fruitless Venture
A Venture in Experimental Philosophy
A Venture in Experimental Philosophy Psychology
Victorinus Constantinus de bona speranza
Constantin Walter Constantius
If I had not had more important things to do, it would have been very amusing, since it now appears that this New Year everything has become exceptionally elegant and dainty as well as banal and trivial.
— and to the orphanages
Inter et Inter
What is the happiest life? It is [that of] a young girl sixteen years old, pure and innocent, who possesses nothing, neither a dresser nor a tall cupboard, but who makes use of the lowest drawer of her mother's bureau to hide her treasures — a confirmation dress and a hymnbook. ..... Fortunate is he who owns no more than that he can live drawer to drawer with her.
What is the happiest life? It is [that of] a young girl sixteen years old, pure and innocent, who indeed can dance but who goes to a party only twice a year.
What is the happiest life? It is [that of] a young girl sixteen years old, pure and innocent, who sits by the window busily sewing, and all the while she sews she steals glances toward the window of the ground floor apartment opposite, where the young painter lives.
What is the happiest life? It is [that of] that rich man of twenty-five years, who lives opposite on first floor.
Is one equally old if he is thirty summers old or thirty winters.
Why did I not thrive as other children do, why was I not wrapped around in joy, why did I come to look into that region of sighs so early, why was I born with a congenital anxiety which constantly made me look into it, why were nine months in my mother's womb enough to make me old so that I was not born like other children but was born old.
If my honor were not at stake, if my pride were not violated — I wanted it but was incapable of it. If she had abandoned me — what then — then it all would have amounted to nothing. —
Addition to Printer's copy of manuscript of "Three Upbuilding Discourses";
(which is called "discourses", not sermons, because its author had no authority to preach, "upbuilding discourses," not discourses for upbuilding, because the speaker does not claim to be a teacher)
I know very well that it is not only the poor who hunger, that there is a hunger which all the treasures of the world cannot satisfy, and this hunger still persists after them — I know very well that there is a thirst which all the overflowing streams cannot quench, and this thirst persists after them — I know very well that there is an anxiety, a hidden, private anxiety, about losing —