Man Acts As Though He Were The

The World Worlds, And Is More Fully In Being Than The Tangible And Perceptible Realm In Which We Believe Ourselves To Be At Home...by The Opening Up Of A World, All Things Gain Their Lingering And Hastening, Their Remoteness And Nearness, Their Scope And Limits. In A World's Worlding Is Gathered That Spaciousness Out Of Which The Protective Grace Of The Gods Is Granted And Withheld. Even This Doom Of The God Remaining Absent Is A Way In Which The World Worlds...all Coming To Presence...keeps Itself Concealed To The Last.

How One Encounters Reality Is A Choice.

We Name Time When We Say: Every Thing Has Its Time. This Means: Everything Which Actually Is, Every Being Comes And Goes At The Right Time And Remains For A Time During The Time Allotted To It. Every Thing Has Its Time.

We Make A Space Inside Ourselves, So That Being Can Speak.

Being-alone Is A Deficient Mode Of Being-with; Its Possibility Is A Proof For The Latter.