If it is certain that death exists, which it is; if it is certain that with death’s decision all is over; if it certain that death itself never becomes involved in giving any explanation – well, then it is a matter of understanding oneself, and the earnest understanding is that if death is night then life is day, that if no work can be done at night then work can be done during the day; and the terse but impelling cry of earnestness, like death’s terse cry, is: This very day.
Kierkegaard, “At a Graveside,” in Three Discourses on Imagined Occasions (via sisyphean-revolt)
