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A Man's First Bond Is That Which Ties Him Into The National Community.

What Is Peddled About Nowadays As Philosophy, Especially That Of N.s. [national Socialism], But Has Nothing To Do With The Inner Truth And Greatness Of That Movement [namely The Encounter Between Global Technology And Modern Humanity] Is Nothing But Fishing In That Troubled Sea Of Values And Totalities.

From Our Human Experience And History, At Least As Far As I Am Informed, I Know That Everything Essential And Great Has Only Emerged When Human Beings Had A Home And Were Rooted In A Tradition. Today's Literature Is, For Instance, Largely Destructive.

In The Work Of Art The Truth Of An Entity Has Set Itself To Work. ‘to Set’ Means Here: To Bring To A Stand. Some Particular Entity, A Pair Of Peasant Shoes, Comes In The Work To Stand In The Light Of Its Being. The Being Of The Being Comes Into The Steadiness Of Its Shining. The Nature Of Art Would Then Be This: The Truth Of Being Setting Itself To Work.

How One Encounters Reality Is A Choice.