Στη δέκατη και τελευταία (μετά θάνατον) ἔκδοση τοῦ περιοδικοῦ «Στιγμή» Nr 10, ο Κίερκεγκωρ δημοσίευσε ένα άρθρο με τίτλο "Το έργο μου", το οποίο γράφτηκε στις 1 Σεπτεμβρίου 1855.
The following is a part of Soren Kierkegaard’s final piece of writing. It was the last article of seven, entitled “My Task” and dated September 1, 1855, within the tenth and last installment of tracts of varying numbers, and all of which had thus far been written and published by Kierkegaard for a magazine called “The Moment”. This posthumous article/installment was ready for press on October 2, 1855, the day he was taken to Frederiks Hospital after collapsing on the street. Soren Kierkegaard died on November 4, 1855, with his burial a week later, on November 11, 1855.
In the tenth and final (posthumous) installment, Kierkegaard published an article entitled "My Task", which was written on September 1, 1855:
Øieblikket Nr. 10
VI Min Opgave
"I do not call myself a Christian, do not say myself that I am a Christian." It is this I must constantly reiterate, and which everyone who would understand my quite peculiar task must train himself to be able to understand.
Yes, I know it well enough, it sounds almost like a sort of madness, in this Christian world where all and everybody is Christian, where to be a Christian is something therefore which everyone is as a matter of course—that there, in this Christian world, one says of oneself, "I do not call myself a Christian," and especially one whom Christianity concerns to the degree that it concerns me.
But it cannot be otherwise; in the world's twaddle the truer view must always seem like a sort of madness....
The only analogy I have before me is Socrates. My task is a Socratic task, to revise the definition of what it is to be a Christian. For my part I do not call myself a "Christian" (thus keeping the ideal free), but I am able to make it evident that the others are that still less than I....
It is in an abyss of sophistry Christianity is lying—far, far worse than when the Sophists flourished in Greece. These legions of priests and Christian docents are all Sophists, living (as was said of the Sophists of old) by making those who understand nothing believe something, then treating this human-numerical factor as the criterion of what truth, what Christianity is....
My task is to revise the definition of a Christian....
Thou plain man! The Christianity of the New Testament is infinitely high; but observe that it is not high in such a sense that it has to do with the difference between man and man with respect to intellectual capacity, etc. No, it is for all. Everyone, absolutely everyone, if he absolutely wills it, if he will absolutely hate himself, will absolutely put up with everything, suffer everything (and this every man can if he will)—then is this infinite height attainable to him.
Thou plain man! I have not separated my life from thine; thou knowest it, I have lived in the street, am known to all; moreover I have not attained to any importance, do not belong to any class egoism, so if I belong anywhere, I must belong to thee....
Thou plain man! I do not conceal from thee the fact that, according to my notion, the thing of being a Christian is infinitely high, that at no time are there more than a few who attain it, as Christ's own life attests.... Yet nevertheless it is possible for all. But one thing I must adjure thee, for the sake of God in heaven and all that is holy, shun the priests, shun them, those abominable men whose livelihood it is to prevent thee from so much as becoming aware of what Christianity is, and who thereby would transform thee...into what they understand by a true Christian, a paid member of the State Church, of the National Church, or whatever they prefer to call it. Shun them...(p. 340ff.).”
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VI Min Opgave
»Jeg kalder mig ikke en Christen, siger ikke mig selv at være en Christen.« Det er dette jeg bestandigt maa gjentage, hvad Enhver, der vil forstaae min, ganske særlige Opgave, maa øve sig i at kunne fastholde.
Ja, jeg veed det nok, det lyder næsten som et Slags Galskab i denne christne Verden, hvor Alle og Enhver er Christen, hvor det at være Christen er Noget, som da naturligviis Enhver er: at der En siger om sig selv: jeg kalder mig ikke en Christen; og En, hvem Christendommen i den Grad beskjeftiger, som den beskjeftiger mig.
Men anderledes kan det ikke være; det Sandere maa altid tage sig ud som en Art Galskab – i Vrøvlets Verden; og at det er en Vrøvlets Verden, hvori jeg lever, at den er det blandt andet ogsaa just ved dette Vrøvl, at saadan udenvidere Enhver er Christen: det er vistnok........"