Kierkegaard, Snitches, and Idiots
This is so on the nose, it’ll make you cross-eyed.
But even there. Pointing to it. There and it, abstract nonsense that still encapsulate everything that is.
What is it? It’s meaningless. But it’s not meaningless because we don’t know. It’s meaningless because it’s redundant.
There, it, cross-eyed. Ok. You painted the meta-narrative of me being cross-eyed on interpreting something so on the nose that I’m left experiencing a redundant meta-narrative.
Where does Kierkegaard enter?
Kierkegaard here is the anti-capitalist. The Tolstoyan Socialist.
The idiocy comes from a socialism preached by a noble count.
Here we have the Kierkegaardian anti-capitalist: we love and give because the glory of God. We don’t love and give contingent on a return of investment.
We don’t love and give based on a potential realization of our own egoistic consumption. We love and give because there’s something beyond our own that needs and requisites love and given. So we love and give to this community so that the community can realize itself. Not so that the community can realize the ego-self.
I’m lost in my giving. I’m lost in love. I am no more. There’s just a faint reminder that the origin and root of this love was tied to a particular person. But is insignificant to the grandeur that love built.
We became a brick on the wall like a fucking idiot. But we did it to scaffold something even greater. We’re still idiots. But idiots reassured that our sacrifice was worth itself without any return of investment.
This all ties to epistemology. The snitch that reveals the truth that others want shielded.
Plato’s cave, rocks and dirt creating an environment where citizens demand their own imprisonment. The snitch excavator letting line shine through. Revealing the truth that can’t be dissimulated.
Kierkegaardian faith and Tostloyan communities coming together to brew a set of knowledge founded on the sharing of experience. The citizens all idiots. Not knowing their sharing is exposing their necks, ready to be sliced by tigers and snakes.
Snitches reading, fear and trembling, telling all the secrets, excavating, each burrowing letting more light in.