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Just this morning I finished my first reading of "Fear and Trembling".  It took me some time to get through.  I read it in conjunction to some thoughts that a more modern author published about Kierkegaard.  Earnest Becker makes quite a lot of Kierkegaard in his "The Denial of Death".  I'm not sure what this says of Kierkegaard or of Becker or me for reading.  I stumbled on Becker via Irvin Yalum's "Staring at the Sun".  I see life much as Yalum portrays, at least what I can understand of reading his writings.  I am not sorry I took the time to read this work. Not sure what I think exactly of "Fear and Trembling".  I used to be a Christian.  Revisiting my "old love" has it's own life.  I still abhor child-sacrifice, something I never saw as prevalent in the Bible when I was a believer.  It's in there though, more frequently than I would have ever admitted along with many other immoralities.  So Kierkegaard...

too serious. too frightened. too proud. too self-absorbed...except these are what I am, likely what most are in human form. I'm reading: Kierkegaard, Søren. "Fear and Trembling, and the Sickness Unto Death. Translated with Introductions and Notes by Walter Lowrie." (1968). I've a trembling voice on the subject of the neurosis of Abraham. There is no justification, ever for murder. Child-sacrifice is repugnant, and insanely anti-nurturing. To carry out partially, if story is accurate, even worse for the victim. Kierkegaard's Johannes de Slentio muses on the myth of faith.  Earnest Becker comes full cycle to this point as well, that faith is greater than all else.  What would I know?  I used to see faith this way too.  Not now.  There is remarkable thinness to the thought that faith is great.   To stretch human thinking to the point that we modern's simply don't understand the nature of faith is a point I take issue with.  Here is the t...