Copenhagen Chronicles: The Corner Where Kierkergaard Fell Ill

 


The barista at the coffee shop said this is where Kierkegaard fell ill on the street and was taken to hospital. And died several days later. A fitting conclusion to my trip.


Soren enjoyed his coffee. With an obscene amount of sugar. I think it helped fuel his prodigious literary output. Nearly 40 books in 13 years. I doubt I’ll read the 34 books I have of his in 13 years. Because reading his books is tied into the Bierkergaard podcast, it is a consistent and purposeful yet peaceful walk. 


If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t do it. Everything else about building a platform must be the cart being pulled by the horse of joy. Not the other way around. 


Tomorrow I fly out. Not sure I’ll ever be back unless the podcast becomes a bigger net. There are plans in Copenhagen to advance Kierkegaard scholarship at a more advanced level, and if God has a plan to have me be a part of it, I’ll be back. I have no overweening ambition. I really don’t. 


I’d like to thank all of you here on Facebook and on other social media, who have taken an interest in what I am doing here. Traveling alone hasn’t been lonely on the whole because of your Likes and Comments. It is truly appreciated. 


Social Media doesn’t have to be a place of negativity. I dig the things the people on here are doing. We all drink from this well. A poison served to others inevitably gets into the water table and will wind up in our well. It is just the way it is.


* I'll be posting my reflections from Facebook here for those of your who are reading and who I am not friends with on Facebook. For more content, go to the Bierkergaard podcast platform that you have.


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