We Ourselves Are The Entities To Be

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

What Was Aristotle’s Life?’ Well, The Answer Lay In A Single Sentence: ‘he Was Born, He Thought, He Died.’ And All The Rest Is Pure Anecdote.

But What Is Great Can Only Begin Great.

The World, In Resting Upon The Earth, Strives To Surmount It. As Self-opening It Cannot Endure Anything Closed. The Earth, However, As Sheltering And Concealing, Tends Always To Draw The World Into Itself And Keep It There

Pessimism Negates The Existing World. Yet Its Negating Is Ambiguous. It Can Simply Will Decay And Nothingness, But It Can Also Renounce What Exists And Thus Open A Path For A New Formation Of The World.