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Thetwo willthus be one. The difference between Hegel and Pseudo Kierkegaard? is precisely that, while for Hegel self-consciousness begins here, for Pseudo Kierkegaard self-consciousness becomes real and authentic in destruction. Or, more precisely, in death. Because in this case, death justifies the self’s existence. (How many of us will treat death like this? Very few.) He perishes in recognition. He dies by dreaming himself into poetry. The fate of Narcissus is that, by recognizing the unity of the two worlds, he realizes precisely that he can no longer be divided into two. That is, his only chance is to fall. His blood does not rain useless to the ground. It is as if Pseudo Kierkegaard is looking at Caravaggio’s famous painting Narcissus (1597-99) as he writes about Narcissus, even though the unfortunate Dane was notoriously not interested in the fine arts: “But looking at the moment changes everything. It brings the storm that completely shatters the soul of the young man. Seeing the image does not mean knowledge, much less understanding, only its infinity increases desire.” Pseudo Kierkegaard 2012. ibid) Is this life? Who knows? Rather, it is destruction itself. Narcissus becomes a work of art. The stranger, the other will become one with the self. And from the blood of narcissus come the flowers bearing his name.”° Caravaggio’s picture is perfect (among other things) because it depicts Narcissus alone. There is no Echo, no nymph, not even a dog beside him. No. Being Narcissus is a lonely “occupation.” Besides Caravaggio, few have perceived this. Perhaps Gyula Bencztir is an exception. The slightly twisted figure 25 Pseudo Kierkegaard is an interesting figure. On the one hand, he is a devoted Hegelian. On the other, he almost definitely uses Hegel and Schelling in an unscientific way, on the principle of “let it fall where it may.” He cannot be taken very seriously. 26 Flowers growing from blood is a favorite motif in Greek mythology. Hyacinth, the son of Spartan king Amyclus, was the lover of Apollo, who accidentally struck him with a discus and killed him. From the blood of Hyacinth grew the crimson hyacinth flower.
