Friday, June 06, 2003

several thoughts:

Kierkegaard (1957, The Concept of Dread, 38) on dread (angst): 'A presentiment of something which is nothing'.

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When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; --then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

J. Keats

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