Faith is the highest passion in a human being. Many in every generation may not come that far, but none comes further.
But who, then, is this systematic thinker? Well, it is he who himself is outside existence and yet in existence, who in his eternity is forever concluded and yet includes existence within himself – it is God.[Men hvo er da denne systematiske Tænker? Ja det er Den, som selv er udenfor Tilværelse og dog i Tilværelsen, som i sin Evighed er for evigt afsluttet, og dog indeslutter Tilværelsen i sig – det er Gud.]
But to God, world history is the royal stage where he, not accidentally but essentially, is the only spectator, because he is the only one who can be that.
Boredom rests upon the nothing that interlaces existence; its dizziness is infinite, like that which comes from looking down into a bottomless abyss.[Kjedsommelighed hviler paa det Intet, der slynger sig gjennem Tilværelsen, dens Svimmelhed er som den, der fremkommer ved at skue ned i en uendelig Afgrund, uendelig.]
Anyone not wanting to sink in the wretchedness of the finite is obliged in the most profound sense to struggle with the infinite.
Anxiety is freedom’s possibility; this anxiety alone is, through faith, absolutely formative, since it consumes all finite ends, discovers all their deceptions.