A laughter
once bright
now echoes from afar
The touch
of intertwined hands
has grown unfamiliar
with time
A fluttering heart
was left behind
at youth’s feast
That girl
carrying a sky
full of stars
within her eyes
faded into a galaxy
where innocence
still shines
Heidegger emphasizes that the primordial meaning of dread is to feel not-at-home. Now as we have seen in our preliminary study of the inauthentic they-self, the whole persuasion of this inauthenticity is to make one feel comfortable in the unexamined and uncritical life of the “they.” That is, in the they-world we are at home. But we lose this feeling of being at-home in dread. Dread is uncanny, Now, I no longer feel at-home.
“For there will be a day when watchmen
On the hills of Ephraim call out,
‘Arise, and let us go up to Zion,
To the Lord our God.’ ”
For thus says the Lord,
“Sing aloud with gladness for Jacob,
And shout among the chief of the nations;
Proclaim, give praise and say,
‘O Lord, save Your people,
The remnant of Israel.’”
Dasein’s absorption in the “they” and its absorption in the ‘world’ of its concern, make manifest something like a fleeing of Dasein in the face of itself—of itself as an authentic potentiality-for-Being-its-Self.
Entities are, quite independently of the experience by which they are disclosed, the acquaintance in which they are discovered, and the grasping in which their nature is ascertained. But Being ‘is’ only in the understanding of those entities to whose Being something like an understanding of Being belongs.
—ways of being, the various and many ways and what does it mean to be; This and question of Being, are the least sought and understood among the scientific and academic (schools) of thought in the academic and modern world (today).
Being can be something unconceptualized, but it never completely fails to be understood. In ontological problematics Being and truth have, from time immemorial, been brought together if not entirely identified.
The words just come
To be a warrior of existence or whatever one shall be
To help existence,
What a danger I have stumbled
upon, the word,
and the idea.
Not by a force, nor by power, But — by My Spirit, said Jehovah of Hosts. Who [art] thou, O great mountain Before Zerubbabel — for a plain! And he hath brought forth the top-stone, Cries of Grace, grace — [are] to it.’
Zechariah 4:4-7 YLT1898