Chapter 6 "Todtnau Mountains" part one in green fields

Part 1 in Green Fields (1) Todtnau photography can be done independently by the director (with the assistance of at most a male or female photographer).For this he should look for a mountain of his choice: Matterhorn, Mont Blanc, Lax, Snow Mountain, any mountain.Films can and should be shot in a completely amateurish manner. 1 pair of characters Heidegger, just a little hint with one of his quotes, or a moustache.The same can be done with Hannah Arendt. ① Matterhorn, the third peak of the European Alps, 4,478 meters above sea level, is located in Switzerland——annotation. ② Montblanc, the highest peak in the European Alps, with an altitude of 4,808 meters, is located on the border between France and Italy-annotation.

③ Rax, located in Austria - Annotation.character old man Middle-Aged Woman ("That Woman") handsome young woman young country waitress a competitive athlete Two Men in National Costumes ("The Man with the Antelope Wool Hat") And many more athletes, skiing an old farmer Several dead mountaineers (some have decayed) female cheerleaders hunter guest bartender Wait a minute in the green field An elderly man is wearing a rustic ski suit and sitting in the lobby of a luxury hotel.He is strapped to a frame (actually similar to a mannequin) that follows the general outline of his body, only much larger.You could almost say he was twice his size from the frame.The background is a movie screen.There's a snow-capped mountain above the screen, and there's an alpine pasture, or something like that.On a bench in front of a hut on the mountain, a woman is sitting. She is wearing urban-style travel clothes, with a suitcase beside her, and she is about to leave.

① Gestell here has its specific meaning in Heidegger's works, which refers to a compulsive gathering, which challenges people to reveal reality as a "location-reserve" in a commanding way.Challenged by this approach, people are in the realm of the essence of the "frame", while the essence of technology is in the "frame".Frames prevent truth from shining and dominating.This annotation refers to "Man, Poetic Dwelling", written by Heidegger, translated by Gao Yuanbao, schooled by Zhang Rulun, Guangxi Normal University Press, second edition in March 2002—annotated.

that woman: [She speaks on the screen to the elderly man below.Then, so to speak, at some point during the following monologue, she steps out from the screen, or rather, from behind the screen to the front, sometimes reciting lines together, sometimes A stand-in while listening to her reciting on screen. ] Right now you are sitting there, almost housed in a sash.However, what you were once in your mother's eyes is not what you are now.And until your father... he ran through the bare forest with wet fingers.The sun falls through the pores of the branches, but its heat...it has become harmless.After you've been a lover, the women gather around the other prickly little fruit and throw their sticks into the canopy.They have to work hard to get anything.The benches are for the women who knit, and the hooks are in their hands.And yet you, you were cast out of your abode, your resting abode.Young people with stylish gleams of bodies stand around the building.Music enters their hearts.Very interesting.freeze the fun.And you are complaining because someone is laughing at you!College students were being whipped by an unemployed tannery boy who cut off their white sports underwear with a pumice stone and beat them up.There is beautiful blood everywhere!What a waste it would be to scrape home from the hideous place!Let's start with the unobtrusive little: doesn't it ask for fewer words than you actually have?You are such a painting, an illustration!You are out of proportion to the fashionable yet inappropriate clothes in this inappropriate scenery.The music seems out of proportion to us.But its volume is just one of its bad characteristics.Listen to a song when you sit in front of your cabin seemingly unobtrusively, completely captured by the person looking for it!They want to hear the only word, but what do they get?How the whole world, and how people themselves appear in a modern mobile tool in order to be able to carry it anywhere.

And the place to go and settle down is always the same place: hometown!You slowly drive back the way you've been on the road before pulling the sled up.You have forced yourself to accept the forest road of modern Dasein① for too long!You are now much more relaxed!Still, the skin is still here, and I see it, almost too good to be true.The corners are wrinkled.What about gambling around your face.The stakes are high.Please go to the loser!The young men wore tremulous uniforms, the kid's gym pants clinging to their thighs.They suddenly became obedient.future obedience.They used to be, and they would like to.Nature finally embraced them.Although they stretched their hands from the swamps into unfamiliar landscapes, the swamps always belonged!So they put themselves in the shoes of their own nature, which is education.And they owe it to education.They can cry out on a daily basis what might cause fear of their own Dasein.

① The “Dasein” here is now usually translated as “Dasein”. Heidegger used it to refer specifically to the existence of human beings in the sense of phenomenological ontology, that is, in the original state without determination, prior to the distinction between subject and object, mind and matter. the existence of people.The word "being" in Heidegger's works is "Sein", which refers to the emergence and display of beings, rather than specific and definite beings. The German word for "being" is "das Seiende", which means a definite thing or phenomenon that exists. It can be anything that has shown its existence, or it can be a thing in the concept.All beings must exist in order to be real and definite beings.There is no being without being.But Being is always the Being of beings.This note adopts "New Editing of Modern Western Philosophy", edited by Liu Fangtong, etc., People's Publishing House, first edition in April 2000 - Annotation.Look how people are solving their recuperation battles today!That is why they dare say that nature rests and lies before us shamelessly stretched out.We better get dressed, or best of all: undressed.go to it!Technology won't let it be quiet for a while!It restores order to the creeks and historical rivers in the river bed, always letting the creek spurt out of the river bed again and again.We are the target, the center of protective glass.Yet we have a premonition of the distance.It really has long been ours.Haven't we already been registered in an inadequate cadastre!Everything suffers from its own measure.But lo and behold: even my face is no longer fit for enjoyment!Recall what a seductive picture you were once: a man in peace.And he's his raison d'être, he's also God, in ten lessons.I've seen that you immediately like the audience, they've bought their tickets and their fingernails are on the marble in the hallway.They've paid their entrance ticket, hoping to learn to fear, and once they, the climax of existence, gallop down the streets of this country, driving in reverse on one-way streets.In my opinion, they are timid about turning backwards on a one-way street.To the High Swamp!Signing the cabin's memorial book, the soldiers of the High Marsh had no shovels, they used hiking sticks, and grim skulls fell on knee-length bloomers.Fat falls from the mouth, and the sun shines in the eyes.forest! "Thinking" ① is used car trading!Please learn: There are many brands in an era.You'll look like a pre-Genesis creator before Toyota, Honda, and other car brands!

Part 1 In Green Fields (2) ① The "Denken" used by Heidegger is the revelation, clarification, and presentation of the existence of beings by people in Dasein, or the existence of beings is presented in people's thinking.Therefore, in order to distinguish it from the usual meaning of "thinking", people sometimes translate it as "thinking"."Denken" appearing in this book is translated as "thinking".This note adopts "New Editing of Modern Western Philosophy", edited by Liu Fangtong, etc., People's Publishing House, first edition in April 2000 - Annotation.

In order to hear your voice, look at the passers-by who swarm in!You look!You should take a look!1 in 2 people are blind to the way you look!And he no longer believed his ears.What kind of person this is is not enough in someone's heart!Eating, yeah, it's always a pleasure, peeing is annoying enough, and then you're there waiting for them to hand you the change.If you can't create the world now, you can at least destroy it, can't you?But the only thing you can't bear is: your parents.The Holy Grandfather in the manger in Holderlin's stables.black forest!Bright light!The mountains you roam are like bulging vascular systems, and the air of your old age hangs over you...how beautiful!Traps are like grass.Twisted hands are like twigs.Yes, those up front: they at least affirm what they are.They're ahead of you at last, to the bridge, and lo and behold, ahead, at the crossing at the top of the hill!The wrapping paper rustled in their hands.Here they are standing right now, lo and behold! ...they're chatting, but they're not waiting for you!What a pain!Father jumped up from his seat at this moment.

① The concept of "death" is a key concept in Heidegger's basic ontology.Heidegger explained in his book "Being and Time": "The ontological structure of authentic existence cannot be understood until the concrete structure that precedes death is found." Starting from the ontological significance of the theory, we analyze the effect of death on the understanding of life as the existence of Dasein.That is to say, "to go to death first" is to put people into the realm of death, and thus transcend all beings, thus showing the authentic existence of Dasein.This note adopts "New Editing of Modern Western Philosophy", edited by Liu Fangtong, etc., People's Publishing House, first edition in April 2000 - Annotation.They sow the seeds of life.Death① broke their relationship.it's over!You are suddenly not their kind of person anymore.The tie is broken.The death of your parents has made you a different person.Yes, you are yourself!Horror, the heavenly landscape sleeps!The mountains serve you as Bole.The things there are indeed for the purpose of highlighting oneself.Your "thinking" slowly weakens in your mind.It's always nice to have a bench to sit on, isn't it?This way the crowd can walk past you, but the person is alone.His malevolent demeanor rummaged restlessly on the ground.No one wants to be someone else, and even you can only be yourself.

During this period, you who have experienced many vicissitudes have returned from the country-style guest house several times. When you were a child, whenever there was something trivial, that guest house was a place that you appreciated very much.Translate from Greek.But now—you have come up with great things, and they disappear as soon as they are exported—you disappear beside the children in the care of beautiful mothers, who have gone to great lengths to dress.You probably didn't expect that, did you?Was there ever a man whose steps seemed to be equipped with a skull?Are there nurseries and bird nests in the mountains?The sound of these machines is so beautiful that people don't need anything from the future, because everything is now.You translate or you sit back!Are great things still in the making, or is it a question?

Gone forever.Then create entirely new ones.And then there is a delightful silence again, and you sit here.Get ready to be a void host, and the tickets they bought had to expire for their own reasons.Over the years, because you have traveled happily in memory, how many people have remembered you in their hearts?Who will think of you today and tomorrow?Well, but to me you are a happy little bag that others carry with them all the time!Just plan on your own!Maybe you have to wait for some death, wait for the bus to take you home, you have been waiting obediently all the time anyway.Where you were let go.You haven't actually moved yet.you are! No longer a child.You are pestering now, where you used to receive gifts.Really, no one wants to stay where he has started.But he was destined to end there.Your family is like a snake, led by you, separated, ran outside the landing strip, and then rose into the air, you pretended to be the ones left behind, even the birds dared not want you Stick to something.Where is your language, in which did you know how to stand up for yourself in the face of nature?Yeah, because of the expectations people had, there were delays and stuff!The value itself, the host, no, who is Dasein. Death is where Dasein is.It has created from you (and from us) the runaway servants whose lives are still trembling to be seen, and who stand before their cages and comfort them with thoughts of trifles to their fences.They were also neatly tidied up.Big and flat, like Lake Constance.But unfortunately, they found the door!Then maybe, as an unemployed person, you have to eat the sausage.Because they don't listen to your burning desire to be yourself!They stomp on the hiking shoes you're using to traverse the landscape until you're thrown off them again.Either you go to the dining car, where you stand still and travelers in Italian leather shoes try to come your way sinisterly.Stop and move in one. By the way, how many times have you risked that you might have died long ago?The truth is you're a coward, you're a family man, and the college student club deliberately dons war baby clothes in order to gain residency.It's this avenue of shining chestnut trees that stands out in your eyes, yes yes, you just have to bend forward!You try it! [For a long time the old man has been trying desperately to move himself on his frame. ] You should have pushed harder a long time ago... There is no point in isolating yourself absolutely.good.This shiny avenue of chestnut trees, never mind, I can describe it to you... It's like a huge vicious dog running right and left beside you.Run until you reach the bright log cabin, behind which there is supposed to be a garden for receiving guests.But only you here!Fiery red monuments on the skin of the landscape. Listen, it rings in the distance!In front of the face of the sea, people involuntarily took pictures of sports equipment on their bodies.The landscape is ringing, the cash box and boxes are singing.What about your home here?Did you not hear anything?You let these people be the beginning, no, a beginning, no, a beginning, better be a high platform: the hunting ground, from where we can shoot down, so that the animals can only play in the hoarfrost , the leaves bent down under the sap of death. Others resumed shooting from the ski slopes.Just look at yourself in the mirror!You have become like this!You shoot!The buns crackled in the snow-covered mountains all year round.Knowing a trick can enrich your thoughts.Now you have to have something of your own so that no one will ever know someone like you again.If only you were a baby, you'd have floating wings, what's left of your mother's body, hanging from your upper arms.God has stripped you of your form through sickness, and you want to be like Him.Because you're not like him, you're trash.You turn around!I am quite free to express contemptuous opinions about you, but I am silent.Silent in the memory, sweeping the grass of my memory clean.Faces on the fence, the most wonderful ski time and the belated winter sun. Time is also tugging at your frame right now, which is now completely out of shape.Because you have been with the people dearest to you, including me, the time has declared that you are completely finished.You are fired.Wander around in the attic with your poor legs, an angry homeless person, that is, the roof is still there as usual, but the laundry dripped on your feet.You finally sat down!The other one wants to rest too, and that chair is squeezing yours, with a pathetic bottle of drink in hand.When a hand roughly rips your sleeve while you contemptuously conquer the little ones at your feet, you will not let anyone feel lost. Part 1 In Green Fields (3) Allow me to bring you news of death, so that you may at last be withdrawn from the light, from the cherry juice of the perilous Black Forest.It doesn't matter, when working illegally, the other side can really take it from the field.There were all sorts of people there, but only in death did they become so different.It's 8:31, and your report is about to start, but no one can see more.Say it now, after the buzzer!after a dull voice.Say it! [The warm natural scenery appears on the screen, and the sound is not harsh!There was a pond with reeds growing menacingly, but then fell silent again.The old man had broken free from his frame and was now shuffling, staggering to and fro, the ruins following him.Beverages were served for him and the woman, including some ladies and gentlemen in evening gowns, who had come to hear the elderly men's presentations.The woman was drinking coffee and sitting not far away, by herself, at a small table. ] older men: Nature is sleeping.We had just bid farewell to this weather and hoped not to see it again soon, but the weather turned around and turned against us again.A bad old acquaintance, frozen in the image of a hammering pond.Indeed, the silence in forests and clouds is not the end of movement.Rather, it's only just getting started.Nature is born on the move.We are at the center of it.We are its means.The surrounding lights dimmed.We have cues for our existence: we hiss like spray on our hair and shoes so that we can be protected even when we're drunk ourselves.At the same time, we cut through the sky, but as big animals, we cannot save ourselves with our own breath.Poison while roaming on foot.We are included in this experience, and what is experienced becomes an object, and we incorporate this object into our network, by the meter, by the minute.Access will be replaced by our video cameras, video recorders and still cameras.We get there first through them, our early morning guests, because right when someone is pulling our nipples, we really want to take advantage of the day.We, as a group of people!Our numbers are increasing!In folk music, as it is called, or something like that, the old women shake their magic sacks to the "women of the Zillertal" until they lie down in a puddle below your position.We need more visits so that we can destroy our nature.We acquire image as something concrete and come back as a literate human being.However, the supercilious is always the so-called real existing, cultivated from the outside and the inside, which seems to be brought to the clearing.We are here.In this seemingly peaceful world, our sudden disengagement from the setting② has been brewing for a long time.Everything is now cancelled.We lament the hole in the atmosphere ① The Zillertal Valley is located on the border between Austria and Italy. The terrain is dangerous. It is a winter sports paradise and the place that receives the most tourists in Tyrol, Austria. "The Erotics of Zillertaltal" is a world-renowned five-member singing group in Austria. It was founded in the 1970s and specializes in singing folk songs in the local dialect. It also brings rock and country styles into their songs. ——Annotation. ② The "Ent-setzen" here is written as "Entsetzen", which means "fear" - Annotation.It's a pity, but the things of the past that belonged to nature have been cruelly and mercilessly stuffed into us again and again.Juice drips from our jaws, from our home theaters.We presumably believed it, and so we brought wildness and strife into our family, and beat our mates with its vices.And we will become more and more an individual phenomenon as a result.The blind spots of the wilderness will overwhelm us with a sudden assault from the monotony of our existence.We make nature us, we make it us, so that it becomes one with us.Please bring the fresh juice hidden in the bottle to our house.Here's our beautiful truth: Get settled after the fact!Nature thanks us for coming, and for allowing us to come and jump from one side of the creek to the other, we are also grateful to her.Here we go, mourning the lowlands where they built their power plants!They can't do that.And it is only in our mourning that nature, which was born, really wakes up only when she thinks of her own end.We, its juvenile team①, took us out with it.Only with the beginning of death does it begin to live.Is there not a single person there who has ever been successful?Or should we have started living in his death then?What is God saying?Why do you say that?Are nature's woes the same as woes without woes?Does mourning draw us to hopeless lands that we have long since claimed for ourselves, this doomed landscape?It belongs to us, better than what is intact.We're addicted to it, but we're more successful than ever because we can show up in broad daylight in our bathing suits without any fear.we have already done ① The youth team, the Hitler Youth League during the Nazi period in Germany was composed of boys aged ten to fourteen—annotation.Be well prepared to fail, because our plight is connected to us.Those appendages are growing in our complaints, and there's no room for alien woes.These trees, these dead bushes, these dead toads, these things we need: if they are not dangerous, if they are only approximate, we need not respect them!We're no longer alone, and we generally expect that: we like that.We can save, give a new image to the destroyed: our image!We stay in our neighborhood so that nothing changes anymore.We take more care of ourselves now.Protector of our valley lowlands.Archers of our valley!We're on our way, but we'll never get there.For our coming should be something to be expected.We are the saviors and we want everyone to remember us.There they sat, wrapped warmly in their appendages, taking on vandals with safety mittens, hitting with sticks, dust flying, playing guitars and singing.With their voices shattering the serene creed, they'll never have to breathe fresh air again.And then those essentials are on the screen, these nature's sheaths, they're going to protect nature.Like rubber bands, they themselves pull themselves into the great landscape, they hold themselves together.These lifeless panties.They meet each other, light their lamps, and thus provide a candid thing for their own presence to interrogate themselves in person.When it is light enough, the camera is taken out, and they use it to record life.The microphones are right in front of them like feed bags hanging over the mouths of the animals, and then they whine into the brightness and nothingness they would rather disappear without a trace.Before the light gave way and sadly returned to itself.Reappear on the bench in the building, in front of the TV's butcher shop①.Because nature does not want to see them!So they see themselves in the same way.But now it was getting light.What goes through is going to be feelings, everyone has their own feelings, doesn't they, everyone is securing their own feeling account, on which he has charged interest early on, against his neighbors.Everyone expresses it differently, and it's a blank slate with flaws that can be seen from afar. Announce to the distance: We are in the center of Europe.Our experience cannot deal with the truths, but we can function as their accomplices. ① A euphemism for "brothel"—annotation. And they remained on the ground like growing plants, unable to leave anything alone, there, by their campfires, with their blatantly prominent campfire chiefs.They lit the dim light in front of them, which first filled the glade through which the television cameras could see them.Either, no, turn back, go!The light really would never have been seen if it hadn't been for the clearing they'd cleared.Otherwise it wouldn't be able to fall on them.Otherwise they would not be able to shine into the living room.If the country is open, isn't it a real quiet event?Does it still need to be advertised?They can only create by complaining about the past, but they can only create themselves.Their awakening is terrible!Heavy footsteps in the swamp.How excited they were!A victory for the environmental movement, let's go!They had another small victory, and nature triumphed over time older than her own age.These patron saints!Everything goes to them!Now nature is finally waking up.It's the place to start, and, if it feels like it, it feels new.They care about it!They lament the dead, as if they had solved immortality themselves.Everyone together.Everyone together. [On the movie screen, the man and the woman, the man in the country dress and the woman in the city jacket and skirt, climb up the cabin for care.On stage, the elderly man lies beneath the remnants of his own frame, which half-obscures him.Two handsome waiters and a handsome visitor or two tried to help him up again and again, but he kept falling over and over again. ] Part 1 In Green Fields (4) older men: [almost falls to the ground] The common denominator is fear.They condescend and benevolently come to the country.A little bit of spittle sprayed on them from harnesses they never wanted to put on.Keep talking.Everyone has a god's horn, and they stir themselves into the yeast by wagging and squawking when the people chime in there.They will be native.A calf, squat like a cow.They handed their own gang of rascals to the club of the police, who wanted to stir them up in our way.Dough goes further than we do.The dossiers that darken the planet cannot become the sexual organs (Gemchte) of individual people.These people are nothing more than executives who must eat the cake right away.These protectors of nature can never quite get rid of their existence, they just hold on to themselves.Yes.They hold on to themselves so tightly that they only see themselves in others.And represent the public.Never represent yourself.Always represent the masses.It's scary, but it works!They don't revive nature, they wake it up.They cheered loudly.Until they take a closer look at it, any appearance seems dated to them.And the hole in the stratosphere, which is more real to them than anything they've seen.Their hiking shoes stepped into the tracks of others.Nature is always just beginning now, but for these people it must always be a thing of the past.The more they try to get close to it, the more futile it must be.That's what they do for a living.Nature shied away, but they greedily seized their naughty children, and just to be able to boast, they kicked them.They grab them like they've closed a deal and it's theirs forever!Nature is fear, but they have their own camp stove for it, everyone has a share, cut from nothing.Anything that happens can't be predicted because they already know what's going to happen.And they have already figured it out in their sorrow: once nature wakes up, then they will go to the light with it.Let nature throw its own unique light on them.The camera lights are as bright as the morning glow.Every gaze has strict rules.They can never get out of themselves, but they believe in conquest, and presumably they are already the conquered: all are convinced of it.The eyes of visitors continued unabated.And public opinion is piled up on the poisoned land like meals piled up on a plate, and the meals are suffocated when they are served.Just as they were replaced by their own images on the movie screen, they must have wished to replace the landscape by themselves.The more emotionally prepared they are for what they see, the more jarring it will sound.They are not disturbing something by such as adjusting every moment, every gaze, no, what is seen is only demeaning when it becomes pure experience.The forest will become the picture.The mountains will be the picture.Nature will be the object.It's going to be something that can be ordered on the menu, something that exists.It is no longer a threat.It becomes a record in the notebook of the male waiter, arranged, embellished, guaranteed, and served.Yes, they wish the road in front of them had been cleared, they had put their existence aside long ago.They probably believe that there is a person running in front of them with a small broom, like playing hockey?This way the fairway will become smoother and they can throw themselves in front of the fairway.Or, there's a ramp with a jumping run up into the sky, and they'll perfectly complement themselves. [A bartender and a dashing young woman in evening gown do their best to help the elderly man.The personable young woman was speaking comforting words to him. ] A handsome young woman: The lumberjacks are ready.They take their work for granted.But there are people sitting in and before the wood, who are blocking their work.And the job of the park gatekeeper sitting there is relatively big.It first opened up the space for us to know the truth about the river beach landscape.oh yeah!They created the landscape first, these new-age agnostics.They live peacefully and friendly in their multi-family log cabins.They covered the country, even the sky.Finally, around it gathers lonely people.And some of them differentiate between good and bad exhaust.How on earth do I avoid the paths of those other wanderers?Would we ever have known these native lands without these guardians of the land, these people who stay infatuatedly in all the places that belong to them?And even with our healthy children, we demand what needn't be so demanded: nature!rainforest!wetlands!river beach!Primary forest and river beach forest!Waffles made of tuff or peat!Isn't it tourists who act as strangers?Without them, we would be stuck at home a lot.Only when we repeatedly encounter the same situation on the road, we will go home again and again.We want to be in strange places, to go beyond ourselves, to expand us into unknown territory.Every place we go is worth looking at with contemplative eyes.Once we avoid the near, the distant will report.Maybe everyone really wants to stay at home and create the strangeness there, but no, we have to leave to create our home.But I ask myself: here locally, do we mourn the death of nature in order for us to develop the feeling that nature is a stranger?Two lonely farmhouses, so far apart, still know each other well, whereas in the city, though door to door, they would be terribly strange.The intimacy of neighbors is not based on space and time, and space and time can even hinder this intimacy.If we wish to be close, we have to accommodate it ourselves.可我们以温柔的牙齿互相撕开对方的死穴，消灭他人的故乡。而且荒野总是太过荒芜，譬喻总是太过同一。这个国家以建筑物、灯塔、城堡、修道院的形式给我们做手势，可是我们之所以理解它们，只是因为我们在家里就认识了它们，并且要求它们作我们陌生之处的家。而所有陌生的空间将我们清除出去。于是，我们在自己的土地上为我们建造了陌生之家，我们在那上面升起，如太阳，这个从外部世界最后一个监督地球的天体。飞行技术有助于人们能够到处设身处地地理解自己，能够充实自己。为颠簸不定的地面压铸混凝土吧。不是在家里，而是在住处。我们是我们的居留。谁会喜欢我们阻挡什么呢？大自然始终要比它那儿的生活者拥有更多的威力，它的威力究竟从何而来？比那些人更健康更美丽？它是环境。它帮助我们作为更强大者矗立在它的面前。然而，我们的威力已经结束了。大自然是一切，自己创造自己。我们为此应该做些什么？它可真的是一切啊。因为它在一切里，所以它排除了争执。为何那些偶然的现代人为了自己的完好无损而斗争呢？只是因为这样的争执也是要无影无踪地进入大自然吗？我们在梨树下休息的位置这下更宽敞了，因为是我们把它腾空了。那么一旦没有了这种风景，那可如何是好？完全毁灭的结果也依然是大自然，因为就是有它而别无其他。而恰恰是它里面的最大的对立统一，将我们重新从它那里换下，因为我们希望自己脱离开。从远处看，反正一切好多了。那为何我们还要抱怨毁灭呢？因为，为了不必成为大自然，我们想坐在外面，坐在我们破损的满是缺口的座位上，但是一定得到安宁，得到满足。在这个大自然里。我是说，他希望作为假象出现，这位来客，作为假象出现，可这个大自然应该是最为真实的事物。这样的话，这位来客就可以拥抱到某种地地道道的东西，它让他自己成为纯粹的假象。而与我们知道的东西相比，任何成为假象的东西已经过时。我们不用去瞧，我们知道！we know!如果我们始终只是想到森林里去，这是我们自私吗？外面是一个既高又远的星空和风暴。难道我们宁愿放弃所有的尝试，去注意这个以自己的样板尺寸出现的原原本本的世界吗？