As the ego cogito, subjectivity is the consciousness that represents something, relates this representation back to itself, and so gathers with itself.

We name time when we say: every thing has its time. This means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. Every thing has its time.

A giving which gives only its gift, but in the giving holds itself back and withdraws, such a giving we call sending.

Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.

To think Being itself explicitly requires disregarding Being to the extent that it is only grounded and interpreted in terms of beings and for beings as their ground, as in all metaphysics.

Only where leader and led together bind each other in one destiny ... does true order grow.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy.