I let this sit for a while, because I was hoping for some sort of eureka moment. But it never came. So I'm keeping this review simple. Kierkegaard (or the translation, I'm not sure) has a way with words. Throughout the entire book you get this comfortable, happy feeling, and his love for life and Christianity. But this work specifically seems to be meandering a lot. It does feel like there's a common thread, but there's so many weird tangents whose entire purpose seems to be to reiterate the same points, but very rarely in a way where they explain things better. For some reason, I was really entertained by what I pictured as a Christian Übermensch.

The annotated version is necessary, as the book is just riddled with obscure references and latin expressions.

The core concepts are very hard to grasp, and will probably require a reread, especially his Faith /individual rising above the universal paradox. And the reason I'm rating it 3 stars is pure spite. This guy had over 200 pages to explain it, and I think he used different examples that explained things in the same way.