/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.11987638]

I was only nine years old. I loved Kierkegaard so much, I had all the merchandise and books. I'd pray to Kierkegaard every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Kierkegaard is love", I would say, "Kierkegaard is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Kierkegaard. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Kierkegaard. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my theological suspension of the ethical". He grabs me with his powerful Danish hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Kierkegaard. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Kierkegaard. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Kierkegaard. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Kierkegaard looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all anguish now". Kierkegaard leaves through my window. Kierkegaard is love. Kierkegaard is life.

[Anonymous No.11987675]

Kierkegaard

[Anonymous No.11987751]

Nice pasta

[Anonymous No.11987757]

>>11987638
Imagine being one of the greatest geniuses to ever live and 150 years later people write this about you.

[Anonymous No.11987779]

>>11987757
It’s what he would have wanted

[Anonymous No.11987810]

>>11987757
Of all the great writers and thinkers, especially from before XX century, Kierkegaard would probably be the one to appreciate imageboards the most.

[Anonymous No.11987885]

>>11987779
>>11987810
You’re probably right in all actuality. - I vaguely remember a journal passage about how anonymity was the truest form of communication in the classical sense or something.

[Anonymous No.11987901]

>>11987885
In fact, he’d probably respond to OP by writing 100 pages about Socratic pederastry.

[Anonymous No.11987942]

>>11987638
Why do I keep coming to this board expecting quality material?

[Anonymous No.11987960]

>>11987757
lmao he's not even close to being one of the 'greatest geniuses to ever live'

wtf prove how he could even be considered for the top 1000?

[Anonymous No.11987989]

>>11987960
>wtf

[Anonymous No.11988008]

>>11987960
retard

[Anonymous No.11988077]

*doesnt understand hegel*

[Anonymous No.11988105]

>>11987942
Sigh, seriously. I come here in hopes of escaping the degeneracy of /pol/ but all we get are Nietzsche circlejerks and edgelord Max Stirner threads.

[Anonymous No.11988113]

>>11987960
cuck

[Anonymous No.11988115]

>>11988105
>Sigh
faggot. stop coming, nobody will miss you

[Anonymous No.11988120]

>>11988105
nerd

[Anonymous No.11988153]

>>11987638
During my time, there was much talk around the bumbling peasant-town of Copenhagen of a certain young boy, who had not yet reached the age - which tends to come about much too soon - where a boy is pulled from the carefree days of toad chasing, stick wagging, and the like, and thrust against his wishes into cutting the whiskers on his chin as a more suitable pastime. This boy, foppish and yet precocious, held even in his early days an admiration (to a degree that is not uncommon in young boys but altogether impossible to find in grown men) for Socrates , whom he regarded as the most eminent man who had ever lived. This boys' father was puzzled by the situation "Why," he would think, "does my son place an ugly, short, pagan who admitted to knowing nothing ahead of all the great Caesars, Theologians, Philosophers, and even place him so high that Socrates is only one immeasurably long tier away from the place of Christ himself in his estimation?" "Father," The boy would say, "Socrates is the embodiment of the highest development a man can achieve in the ethical sphere of life. To expose the ignorance and pomposity of the citizens of the Athenian polis is surely indicative of the greatest superiority a man can posses." And yet privately, in the dark of night, alone as he often was, this boy's thoughts would wander further. "Is it true," he would think, "that the classical pederasty was truly love? that it was intellectual appreciation between man and boy of a manner which could never occur between relations of man and woman? Would the boy, giving himself over to the eminent Socrates find himself elevated to the highest ethical plane of Athenian life?" And yet the boy, rigorously brought up in Christianity as he was, answered himself. "And yet this intellectual relation between men was only possible in paganism. For even if it did elevate the pupil to the highest, it would still be un-Christian, for the Christian is meant to be the lowest, just as the Lord speaks in the Gospel. "What does it profit one to gain the world but lose his soul?"