Making Itself Intelligible Is Suicide For Philosophy.

We Would Like Only, For Once, To Get To Where We Are Already.

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.

Freedom Is Only To Be Found Where There Is Burden To Be Shouldered. In Creative Achievements This Burden Always Represents An Imperative And A Need That Weighs Heavily Upon Man’s Mood, So That He Comes To Be In A Mood Of Melancholy. All Creative Action Resides In A Mood Of Melancholy, Whether We Are Clearly Aware Of The Fact Or Not, Whether We Speak At Length About It Or Not. All Creative Action Resides In A Mood Of Melancholy, But This Is Not To Say That Everyone In A Melancholy Mood Is Creative.

Only Where Leader And Led Together Bind Each Other In One Destiny ... Does True Order Grow.

Temporality Temporalizes As A Future Which Makes Present In The Process Of Having Been.