To Dwell Is To Garden.

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.

The Relation Of Feeling Toward Art And Its Bringing-forth Can Be One Of Production Or One Of Reception And Enjoyment.

To Dwell Is To Garden.

Why Are There Beings At All, Instead Of Nothing?

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.