The ghost that moves in rushing wind and fire
Alighting on the heads of those who wait,
To Move tongues of those who still aspire
To heavn’ly life, who fear no earthly fate
(For life of flesh and blood has lost its charm
Since Man the First was cast from Eden’s gate
And Christ’s own body nailed—the balm
For souls in expectation who await
The ghost) now moves as e’er before in pow’r.
He seeks the soul that only leans upon
The One who by his death in timely hour
Would heal by heaven’ly life their deeds of wrong.
So sing we now physician wise and good
Who sends the ghost to feed us fiery food.
Speculation's secret in comprehending is simply to sew without fastening the end and without knotting the thread, and this is why, wonder of wonders, it can go on sewing and sewing, that is, pulling the thread through. Christianity, on the other hand, fastens the end by means of the paradox.
-- Soren Kierkegaard
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