The natural unravelling of my universe

I was reading a book recently, and the author had taken a quote from Danish philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard. It jumped out at me, and I thought about it for the rest of the night. Doing a quick search the next day on the internet revealed that Kierkegaard was a 19th century philosopher who was recognised as the first existentialist philospher. If anyone remembers, a couple of blogs back, I was telling all those who would listen that that word popped into my head one day. I swear I had never heard of Kierkegaard until a couple of days ago. Is there something unravelling in my universe that I need to know? Why do clues come in drib and drabs?

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards”


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B8ren_Kierkegaard