Kierkegaard
February 3rd, 2026
I posited to myself that it would be impossible to know good, and that I would fall into relativity and power structures. It's true. In this reality, it seems to me that good is something so ungraspable. Can we even improve that the right thing to do exists?
And so I find myself falling into a field and hole of indecision. I do not know what is good.
But, of Kierkegaard. Don't I see it? Don't I know it intuitively? There's something out there, something unspeakable, that which we gesture towards with our words, that which our ladders cannot reach.
The unsayable, the closer to the truth, the thing above our heads and minds that seem to wrap ourselves in mystery.
I am beginning to understand God. I am beginning to understand that which is good. The six blind men and the elephant, and we have no sage!
There is something beyond all of it, and yet we must commit to the very flesh and being we have in the now.
I am not sure what it is even exactly, but God is the closest word I can think of, there is some moral duty there, something unspeakable, indescribable.
Wittgenstein may have been right that private languages do not exist. It's that which is without language, the individual movement. I cannot but help find faith and religion in my life.
There is a moral duty, to do good, to do right, but even moral duty seems tainting what it truly is. There is something mystical, something out there that compells me to act accordingly.
Right and wrong are of society, that is true, but of this "moral duty" I refer to, this truth closer to God, I feel even closer than ever before.