Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem 

Kierkegaard, I see yourself enraptured in the mildewed 

woods of your own unexonerable crutch; like a river  

that salinates before it reaches the ocean; and I fail 

to salivate in agreement with your theses! You liked to  

believe you were a Hermit? What sort of? I’d like to rally 

that existentialism is an excuse for existence in discordance 

with purity of self. I am more stoic than most, but I take the  

argument between stoicism and existentialism to a  

spirituality not even conceived by Nietzsche. I believe, you 

can only be true to yourself, when you understand your self 

as placed in the universe, and you realise and work for 

your purpose in it! In as much as I hate to decry, I think Sartre  

pales into a fakedom, and so, do you? What kind of hermit are you,  

when you use your poor humour to make a salient very conventional 

compromise. Existentialism may be a compromised convenience, 

ethics can never be compromised. Life is no safe haven. Ethics  

promises you no rose garden, but a life of denial of materialistic 

Paradises. If the vultures of propaganda would want your soul! 

It gets worse every time, for self-realisation, that is even higher than ethics! 

Don’t compare yourself with Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, the fallacy of you. 

Nietzsche knew his ethics; he knew that righteousness is beyond evil and touted good!  

Your existentialism is not, as you consider, beyond evil and good; but a safe evil. 

Ubermensch may have to die in poverty, disgrace, and disillusionment. 

But they always have sacrificed themselves for others! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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