Imagine a man who gave a banquet feast and invited to it the halt, the blind, cripples, and beggars. Now far be it from me to believe anything else about the world than that it would find this beautiful even though eccentric. But imagine that this man who gave the feast had a friend to whom he said, “Yesterday I gave a great feast!” Is it not true that the friend would first and foremost wonder that he had not been among those invited? But when he found out who the guests had been — now, far be it from me to believe anything else about this friend that he would find it beautiful even though eccentric. Yet he would wonder and would perhaps say, “It is a strange use of language to call such a gathering a feast…”
— Kierkegaard, Works of Love
