We Still By No Means Think Decisively

Time Is Not A Thing, Thus Nothing Which Is, And Yet It Remains Constant In Its Passing Away Without Being Something Temporal Like The Beings In Time.

How One Encounters Reality Is A Choice.

I See The Situation Of Man In The World Of Planetary Technicity Not As An Inexitricable And Inescapable Destiny, But I See The Task Of Thought Precisely In This, That Within Its Own Limits It Helps Man As Such Achieve A Satisfactory Relationship To The Essence Of Technicity. National Socialism Did Indeed Go In This Direction. Those People, However, Were Far Too Poorly Equipped For Thought To Arrive At A Really Explicit Relationship To What Is Happening Today And Has Been Underway For The Past 300 Years.

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.

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.