As soon as there is language, generality has entered the scene.
If things were simple, word would have gotten around.
To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.
The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.
Even if we're in a state of hopelessness, a sense of expectation is an integral part of our relationship to time. Hopelessness is possible only because we do hope that some good, loving someone could come. If that's what Heidegger meant, then I agree with him.
No one will ever know from what secret I am writing and the fact that I say so changes nothing.