The I Of The Basic Word I-thou

For Sin Is Just This, What Man Cannot By Its Very Nature Do With His Whole Being; It Is Possible To Silence The Conflict In The Soul, But It Is Not Possible To Uproot It

The Prophet Is Appointed To Oppose The Kind, And Even More: History.

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.

I Have To Tell It Again And Again: I Have No Doctrine. I Only Point Out Something. I Point Out Reality, I Point Out Something In Reality Which Has Not Or Too Little Been Seen. I Take Him Who Listens To Me At His Hand And Lead Him To The Window. I Push Open The Window And Point Outside. I Have No Doctrine, I Carry On A Dialogue.

The World Is Not Comprehensible, But It Is Embraceable: Through The Embracing Of One Of Its Beings.