9.3, Kierkegaard and the Poetic, Patience, Socrates

“The rich bird comes swishing, comes flaunting; the poor bird–and patience is a poor bird, which does not come parading and posturing but comes like a soft breeze and the incorruptible essence of a quiet spirit. Patience is a poor art, and yet it is very long. Who learned it properly from life–who had the …

4.6, The Prize of Patience

So, I aim, in my better moments, to produce. And of that which I can produce, I have decided that the production of the producer is first and foremost for its own sake and also for the sake of any earthly prosperity that is made possible by forces I cannot control. Call it fortune or …

Patience and Kierkegaard

Kierkegaard stands next to Epictetus, in my humble opinion, as acquiring and expressing a kind of weightless gravity and sage-like insight rare and inexhaustible. His writings were voluminous and birthed from him in the intensity of roughly a decade before he was taken from this earth at the age of 42. Talk about a candle …