Only A God Can Save Us.

Why Are There Beings At All Instead Of Nothing? That Is The Question. Presumably It Is Not Arbitrary Question, "why Are There Beings At All Instead Of Nothing"- This Is Obviously The First Of All Questions. Of Course It Is Not The First Question In The Chronological Sense [...] And Yet, We Are Each Touched Once, Maybe Even Every Now And Then, By The Concealed Power Of This Question, Without Properly Grasping What Is Happening To Us. In Great Despair, For Example, When All Weight Tends To Dwindle Away From Things And The Sense Of Things Grows Dark, The Question Looms.

In The Work Of Art The Truth Of An Entity Has Set Itself To Work. ‘to Set’ Means Here: To Bring To A Stand. Some Particular Entity, A Pair Of Peasant Shoes, Comes In The Work To Stand In The Light Of Its Being. The Being Of The Being Comes Into The Steadiness Of Its Shining. The Nature Of Art Would Then Be This: The Truth Of Being Setting Itself To Work.

Philosophy Will Not Be Able To Effect An Immediate Transformation Of The Present Condition Of The World. This Is Not Only True Of Philosophy, But Of All Merely Human Thought And Endeavor.

Agriculture Is Now A Motorized Food Industry, The Same Thing In Its Essence As The Production Of Corpses In The Gas Chambers And The Extermination Camps, The Same Thing As Blockades And The Reduction Of Countries To Famine, The Same Thing As The Manufacture Of Hydrogen Bombs.

Only A God Can Save Us.