| [ | music | | | the garble of my sick little throat. | ] | "the last stage he loses sight of is infinite resignation. he really does go further and comes to faith, for all these caricatures of faith, the pitiable, lukewarm apathy that thinks 'there's surely no need, it's not worth worrying before the time', the miserable hope that says 'who knows what may happen, it's possible certainly' - these distortions belong to life's wretchedness, and these infinite resignation has already infinitely scorned....but those who wear the jewel of faith can easily disappoint, for their exterior bears a remarkable similarity to what infinite resignation itself as much as faith scorns, namely the bourgeois phillistine." |
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