The World, In Resting Upon The Earth,

In The Work Of Art The Truth Of An Entity Has Set Itself To Work. ‘to Set’ Means Here: To Bring To A Stand. Some Particular Entity, A Pair Of Peasant Shoes, Comes In The Work To Stand In The Light Of Its Being. The Being Of The Being Comes Into The Steadiness Of Its Shining. The Nature Of Art Would Then Be This: The Truth Of Being Setting Itself To Work.

Only A God Can Save Us.

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.

The Critique Of The Highest Values Hitherto Does Not Simply Refute Them Or Declare Them Invalid. It Is Rather A Matter Of Displaying Their Origins As Impositions Which Must Affirm Precisely What Ought To Be Negated By The Values Established.

To Be A Poet In A Destitute Time Means: To Attend, Singing, To The Trace Of The Fugitive Gods. This Is Why The Poet In The Time Of The World's Night Utters The Holy.