sometimes to feel, sometimes to be
at least a little more than intermittently
at ease with being loved.
( an excerpt from Matthew Zapruder's poem: The Prelude )
The ascent for Kierkegaard (and this might be a misread) is the movement of infinite resignation, a trampoline leap into the infinite that makes a choice. The knight of faith, by contrast, is so resaturated by the world that one may have difficulty in distinguishing her from, in K's words, a bourgeois capitalist. Thus, faith is not simply deciding for the universal (resigning oneself), but is instead bearing the anguish in uncertainty. In Jean Luc-Marion's language, bearing the abandon with no assurances.