Questioning Is The Piety Of

In No Way Can It Be Uttered, As Can Other Things, Which One Can Learn. Rather, From Out Of A Full, Co-existential Dwelling With The Thing Itself - As When A Spark, Leaping From The Fire, Flares Into Light - So It Happens, Suddenly, In The Soul, There To Grow, Alone With Itself.

Everyone Is The Other, And No One Is Himself. The They, Which Supplies The Answer To The Who Of Everyday Da-sein, Is The Nobody To Whom Every Da-sein Has Always Already Surrendered Itself, In Its Being-among-one-another.

To Be A Poet In A Destitute Time Means: To Attend, Singing, To The Trace Of The Fugitive Gods. This Is Why The Poet In The Time Of The World's Night Utters The Holy.

This Characteristic Of Dasein's Being This "that It Is" Is Veiled In Its "whence" And "whither.

Temporality Temporalizes As A Future Which Makes Present In The Process Of Having Been.