For Soren Kierkegaard, the soul did not fit in the cage of his chest. His elusive spirit dreamed of the flight of the wild goose.We read in his diary: “Just as the sick man tired of his bed raves to get rid of his bandages, so my spirit wishes to free itself from the weakness of the body; just as the victorious general whose horse is killed exclaims: ‘Give me another mount!’, oh! If only the victorious health of my spirit dared to cry out: ‘Give me another horse, give me another body!’” In the margin, next to the words “fatigue of the body”, he added: “This sweaty and suffocating cloak that is the body, and the fatigue of the body”.He was always captivated by wild geese. From a youthful boat trip on Lake Soborg, he particularly recalled sitting at the stern, enjoying the rough and powerful sound of the honking of those free birds.