True Time Is Four-dimensional.

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

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.

When Modern Physics Exerts Itself To Establish The World's Formula, What Occurs Thereby Is This: The Being Of Entities Has Resolved Itself Into The Method Of The Totally Calculable.

The Human Being Is Not The Lord Of Beings, But The Shepherd Of Being.

We Do Not Say: Being Is, Time Is, But Rather: There Is Being And There Is Time.