Transcendence Constitutes Selfhood.

Tell Me How You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are.

Profound Boredom, Drifting Here And There In The Abysses Of Our Existence Like A Muffling Fog, Removes All Things And Men And Oneself Along With It Into A Remarkable Indifference. This Boredom Reveals Being As A Whole.

In Everything Well Known Something Worthy Of Thought Still Lurks.

Dwelling Is Not Primarily Inhabiting But Taking Care Of And Creating That Space Within Which Something Comes Into Its Own And Flourishes.

Is The Earth In Our Head? Or Do We Stand On The Earth?