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Jurnalul seducatorului by Søren Kierkegaard
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the seducer or the seducee?
not with Cordelia but with the image of Cordelia
I find rest in this restlessness. The motion of the waves lulls me;
how enjoyable to be in motion within oneself.
“My”—what does the word designate? Not what belongs to me, but what I belong to, what contains my whole being, which is mine insofar as I belong to it. After all, my God is not the God who belongs to me, but the God to whom I belong, and the same when I say my native land, my home, my calling, my longing, my hope. If there had been no immortality before, then the thought that I am yours would break through nature’s usual course.
Your Johannes
Now I truly call you my; no external sign reminds me of my possession. —Soon I shall truly call you my. And when I hold you clasped tightly in my arms, when you enfold me in your embrace, then we shall need no ring to remind us that we belong to each other, for is not this embrace a ring that is more than a symbol? And the more tightly this ring encircles us, the more inseparably it knits us together, the greater the freedom, for your freedom consists in being mine, as my freedom consists in being yours.
Soon, soon you will be mine.
What does erotic love love? Infinity. —What does erotic love fear? Boundaries.
When you command, your will come into existence, and I along with it, for I am a disarray of soul that simply awaits a word from you.
not with Cordelia but with the image of Cordelia
I find rest in this restlessness. The motion of the waves lulls me;
how enjoyable to be in motion within oneself.
“My”—what does the word designate? Not what belongs to me, but what I belong to, what contains my whole being, which is mine insofar as I belong to it. After all, my God is not the God who belongs to me, but the God to whom I belong, and the same when I say my native land, my home, my calling, my longing, my hope. If there had been no immortality before, then the thought that I am yours would break through nature’s usual course.
Your Johannes
Now I truly call you my; no external sign reminds me of my possession. —Soon I shall truly call you my. And when I hold you clasped tightly in my arms, when you enfold me in your embrace, then we shall need no ring to remind us that we belong to each other, for is not this embrace a ring that is more than a symbol? And the more tightly this ring encircles us, the more inseparably it knits us together, the greater the freedom, for your freedom consists in being mine, as my freedom consists in being yours.
Soon, soon you will be mine.
What does erotic love love? Infinity. —What does erotic love fear? Boundaries.
When you command, your will come into existence, and I along with it, for I am a disarray of soul that simply awaits a word from you.