Mussels Shrimp and Watercress

[Suillus via Bibliodyssey]

Immediately after reading the story below, I jumped out of bed [for an unanalyzable reason] grabbed my Kierkegaard reader, and opened it to the first page of the unread material. I found this:


Someone who supposes that philosophy has never in all the world been so close as it is now to fulfilling its task of explaining the mysteries may certainly think it strange, affected, and scandalous that I choose the narrative form and do in my small way hand up a stone to culminate the system. But someone who has become convinced that philosophy has never been so eccentric as now, never so confused despite all its definitions (much like the weather last winter when we heard simultaneously things never heard before at the same time -- shouts of "mussels," "shrimp," and "watercress" -- so that someone who was attentive to a particular shout at one moment would think it was winter, then spring, and then midsummer, while anyone who heard them all at once would think that nature had become confused and that the world would not last until Easter) -- that person will surely find it in order that I, too, by means of the form seek to counteract the detestable untruth that characterizes recent philosophy, which differs from older philosophy by having discovered that it is ludicrous to do what a person himself said he would do or has done -- he will find it in order and will merely lament, as I do, that the one who here begins this task has no more authority than I have.