Now he is lying on his elbows in the window and looking over the square on which he lives. All that happens there, if it be only a rat creeping into a gutter‑hole, or children playing together - everything engages his attention, and yet his mind is at rest as though it were the mind of a girl of sixteen. He smokes his pipe in the evening, and to look at him you would swear it was the green‑grocer from across the street who is lounging at the window in the evening twilight. Thus he shows as much unconcern as any worthless happy‑go‑lucky fellow; and yet, every moment he lives he purchases his leisure at the highest price, for he makes not the least movement except by virtue of the absurd; and yet, yet - indeed, I might become furious with anger, if for no other reason than that of envy - and yet, this man has performed, and is performing every moment, the movement of infinity… He has resigned everything absolutely, and then again seized hold of it all on the strength of the absurd.
Søren Kierkegaard - Fear and Trembling / Preliminary Expectoration
Picture: Eikoh Hosoe - Kamaitachi #8
