all distances in space and time are shrinking and nearness does not consist of shortness of distance.

i went to barnes and noble after rehearsal for lack of better to do. i walked to a section-- philosophy-- picked up a book and judged it only by it's cover, how dare i (poetry, language, thought by martin heidegger) and proceeded to read through and skim the pages of it for an hour until they closed.

"The world's darkening never reaches the light of Being.
"We are too late for the gods and too early for Being. Being's poem, just begun, is man.
"To head toward a star-- this only.
"To think is to confine yourself to a single thought, that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky."

"The splendor of the simple.
"Only image formed keeps the vision. Yet image formed rests in the poem.
"How could cheerfulness stream through us if we wanted to shun sadness?
"Pain gives of its healing power where we least expect it."

"Three dangers threaten thinking.
"The good and thus wholesome danger is the nighness of the singing poet.
"The evil and thus keenest danger is thinking itself. It must think against itself, which it can only seldom do.
"The bad and thus muddled danger is philosophizing."

"Thinking's saying would be s-illed in its being only by becoming unable to say that which must remain unspoken.
"Such inability would bring thinking face to face with it's matter.
"What is spoken is never, and in no language, what is said.
"That a thinking is, ever and suddenly-- whose amazement could fathom it?"

a few excerpts from the first few pages i liked. i want to read more about that nearness and distance. time was up when the voice came over the loudspeaker and said hey get out we want to go home.

a voice over a quietspeaker tells me there is band practice tonight. so off i go in to the night