The Song Still Remains Which Names The

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.

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.

When Modern Physics Exerts Itself To Establish The World's Formula, What Occurs Thereby Is This: The Being Of Entities Has Resolved Itself Into The Method Of The Totally Calculable.

True Time Is Four-dimensional.

The Senses Do Not Enable Us To Cognize Any Entity In Its Being; They Merely Serve To Announce The Ways In Which 'external' Things Within-the-world Are Useful Or Harmful For Human Creatures Encumbered With Bodies....they Tell Us Nothing About Entities In Their Being.