A Man's First Bond Is That Which

As The Ego Cogito, Subjectivity Is The Consciousness That Represents Something, Relates This Representation Back To Itself, And So Gathers With Itself.

Time Is Not A Thing, Thus Nothing Which Is, And Yet It Remains Constant In Its Passing Away Without Being Something Temporal Like The Beings In Time.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Word, Only One That Is Worn Out Yet Remains Full.

What Seems Natural To Us Is Probably Just Something Familiar In A Long Tradition That Has Forgotten The Unfamiliar Source From Which It Arose. And Yet This Unfamiliar Source Once Struck Man As Strange And Caused Him To Think And To Wonder.

To Dwell Is To Garden.