So following Kant and Descartes I was left with the limits of what can be known and understood by reason and experience from the senses. What I got out of Kierkegaard was what you do with yourself in that state. Without verifiable deductive proof and with imperfect senses, uncertainty permeates everything. And that’s just it. That’s the state you live in. You exist, you can’t know much more, and there is no fool proof way out to anything else. For a young, very too much, rational person as I was at the time, the obliteration of logic as “the path” to truth was disruptive. Kierkegaards embrace of the aesthetic, and the “leap of faith”, based on nothing more than will and the generation of passion to live according to a choice despite there being no proof for it and the absurdity you will confront in it was important in maturing myself beyond the purely logical limited existence I would have tried to live otherwise.