I’d prefer to submit far an excessive amount of from Kierkegaard (particularly from the angsty however poetic “Diapsalmata,” which Skye’s quote is from), however right here is only one:
“Maybe my voice doesn’t have sufficient energy and depth; maybe it can not penetrate into your innermost thought–Oh, however ask your self, ask your self with the solemn uncertainty with which you’d flip to somebody who you knew may decide your life’s happiness with a single phrase, ask your self much more earnestly–as a result of in reality it’s a matter of salvation. Don’t interrupt the flight of your soul; don’t misery what’s greatest in you; don’t enfeeble your spirit with half needs and half ideas. Ask your self and carry on asking till you discover the reply, for one could have recognized one thing many occasions, acknowledged it; one could have willed one thing many occasions, tried it–and but, solely the deep inside movement, solely the guts’s indescribable emotion, solely that may persuade you that what you’ve got acknowledged belongs to you, that no energy can take it from you–for under the reality that builds up is fact for you.” – An unnamed Jutland priest, “Ultimatum” in Both/Or.
Berkeley:
“Now you could name creativeness to your assist. The feeble slender sense can not descry innumerable worlds revolving around the central fires, and in these worlds the power of an all-perfect thoughts displayed in limitless types. However neither sense nor creativeness are sufficiently big to grasp the boundless extent with all its glittering furnishings. Although the laboring thoughts exert and pressure every energy to its utmost attain, there nonetheless stands out ungrasped a surplusage immeasurable. But all of the huge our bodies that compose this would possibly body, how distant and distant soever, are by some secret mechanism, some divine artwork and pressure, linked in a mutual dependence and intercourse with one another, even with this earth, which was nearly slipped from my ideas and misplaced within the crowd of worlds. Just isn’t the entire system immense, stunning, superb past expression and past thought! What therapy then do these philosophers deserve, who would deprive these noble and pleasant scenes of all actuality? How ought to these ideas be entertained, that lead us to assume all of the seen fantastic thing about the creation a false imaginary glare?” Philonous, in Three Dialogues
Additionally, Derrida:
“As for the Confessions, we mentioned that it’s the e-book of tears. At every step, on every web page, and never solely on the demise of his good friend or his mom, Augustine describes his expertise of tears, people who inundate him, these by which he takes a stunning pleasure, asking God why tears are candy to these in distress (cur fletus dulcis sit miseris), people who he holds again, in himself or in his son. Now if tears come to the eyes, in the event that they properly up in them, and if they’ll additionally veil sight, maybe they reveal, within the very course of this expertise, on this coursing of water, an essence of the attention, of man’s eye, in any case, the attention understood within the anthropo-theological area of the sacred allegory. Deep down, deep down inside, the attention can be destined to not see however to weep. For on the very second they veil sight, tears would unveil what’s correct to the attention. And what they trigger to surge up out of forgetfulness, there the place the gaze or look takes care of it, retains it in reserve, can be nothing lower than aletheia, the reality of the eyes, whose final vacation spot they’d thereby reveal: to have imploration moderately than imaginative and prescient in sight, to handle prayer, love, pleasure, or disappointment moderately than a glance or gaze. Even earlier than it illuminates, revelation is the second of tears of pleasure.” – Memoirs of the Blind.
