"There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death"
Søren Kierkegaard
Denmark fathered the misfortunes of Hamlet and was perhaps even the result of Søren Kierkegaard's misery. How does such history emerge to present raptures of Kongeriget Danmark?
Yesterday, an mere10 minute bike ride had taken me to Elsinore Castle, the sun had set and the wind picked up.
There's was something inexplicable lingering in the humid cold air in what was left of the medieval city of Helsingør. No longer was Halmets father an imagined spirit that only Hamlet himself once saw. The darkness began to surround you, and deeper it went with every breath you took.
Architecture of such promising vision, chosen to bear a tale of tragedy.
Is beauty a mask as a result of emotional distress for which ones tires to hide the interior mystery or a sign of grandiosity?
Can be both.
A country of such troubled history is now called the happiest place on earth, perhaps, lives leading up to this century were lives lived without boundaries followed by a symbolical death.
Looking down on us, we are not that different from those insects, except, we don't all die happy.
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