They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.

The text has disappeared under the interpretation.

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards.

. . . an absurd problem came to the surface: 'How COULD God permit that (crucifixion of Jesus Christ)!' . . . the deranged reason of the little community found quite a frightfully absurd answer: God gave his Son for forgiveness, as a SACRIFICE . . . The SACRIFICE FOR GUILT, and just in its most repugnant and barbarous form - the sacrifice of the innocent for the sins of the guilty! What horrifying heathenism!

Every word instantly becomes a concept precisely insofar as it is not supposed to serve as a reminder of the unique and entirely individual original experience to which it owes its origin; but rather, a word becomes a concept insofar as it simultaneously has to fit countless more or less similar cases -- which means, purely and simply, cases which are never equal and thus altogether unequal.

With sturdy shoulders, space stands opposing all its weight to nothingness. Where space is, there is being.