A Man's First Bond Is That Which

The Song Still Remains Which Names The Land Over Which It Sings.

The World Worlds, And Is More Fully In Being Than The Tangible And Perceptible Realm In Which We Believe Ourselves To Be At Home...by The Opening Up Of A World, All Things Gain Their Lingering And Hastening, Their Remoteness And Nearness, Their Scope And Limits. In A World's Worlding Is Gathered That Spaciousness Out Of Which The Protective Grace Of The Gods Is Granted And Withheld. Even This Doom Of The God Remaining Absent Is A Way In Which The World Worlds...all Coming To Presence...keeps Itself Concealed To The Last.

Being Is Only Being For Dasein.

The Question Concerning Technology Is The Question Concerning The Constellation In Which Revealing And Concealing, In Which The Coming To Presence Of Truth, Comes To Pass

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.