Truth Is That Which Makes A People

Tell Me How You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are.

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

Form Displays The Relation [to Beings] Itself As The State Of Original Comportment Toward Beings, The Festive State In Which The Being Itself In Its Essence Is Celebrated And Thus For The First Time Placed In The Open.

Nothing Is Everything That Doesn't Happen At This Very Moment.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Word, Only One That Is Worn Out Yet Remains Full.