Nothing Is Everything That Doesn't

Thinking Begins Only When We Have Come To Know That Reason, Glorified For Centuries, Is The Stiff-necked Adversary Of Thought.

Language Is The House Of Being. In Its Home Man Dwells. Those Who Think And Those Who Create With Words Are The Guardians Of This Home.

The Senses Do Not Enable Us To Cognize Any Entity In Its Being; They Merely Serve To Announce The Ways In Which 'external' Things Within-the-world Are Useful Or Harmful For Human Creatures Encumbered With Bodies....they Tell Us Nothing About Entities In Their Being.

Form Displays The Relation [to Beings] Itself As The State Of Original Comportment Toward Beings, The Festive State In Which The Being Itself In Its Essence Is Celebrated And Thus For The First Time Placed In The Open.

And So Man, As Existing Transcendence Abounding In And Surpassing Toward Possibilities, Is A Creature Of Distance. Only Through The Primordial Distances He Establishes Toward All Being In His Transcendence Does A True Nearness To Things Flourish In Him.