Sunday, February 27, 2011

some Heidegger

When on a summer's day the butterfly
settles on the flower and, wings
closed, sways with it in the
meadow-breeze ....

All our heart's courage is the
echoing response to the
first call of being which
gathers our thinking into
the play of the world.

In thinking all things
become solitary and slow.

Patience nurtures magnanimity.

He who thinks greatly must
err greatly.

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