I Take Great Pleasure, Every Day, In

To Think Is To Confine Yourself To A Single Thought That One Day Stands Still Like A Star In The World's Sky.

Everyone Is The Other, And No One Is Himself. The They, Which Supplies The Answer To The Who Of Everyday Da-sein, Is The Nobody To Whom Every Da-sein Has Always Already Surrendered Itself, In Its Being-among-one-another.

Being Is Only Being For Dasein.

Everywhere We Remain Unfree And Chained To Technology, Whether We Passionately Affirm Or Deny It. But We Are Delivered Over To It In The Worst Possible Way When We Regard It As Something Neutral; For This Conception Of It, To Which Today We Particularly Like To Do Homage, Makes Us Utterly Blind To The Essence Of Technology.

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.