We Do Not Say: Being

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.

The Relation Of Feeling Toward Art And Its Bringing-forth Can Be One Of Production Or One Of Reception And Enjoyment.

We Name Time When We Say: Every Thing Has Its Time. This Means: Everything Which Actually Is, Every Being Comes And Goes At The Right Time And Remains For A Time During The Time Allotted To It. Every Thing Has Its Time.

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.

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.