Intimations x Ponderings (II) and Directives [59–60]

This desire to come again onto a soil | augurs an awakening but likewise stands in a double danger: either “the political” is altogether absolutized, or it is all too facilely incorporated into an apparently renewed Christianity and into the cultural assets of Christianity.

But: labor camps, battle teams, colonists—

Thereby this awakening is without indicational power toward a distant injunction—not equal to the burdens—not needing the clear coldness of the concept and the sharpness of the affliction of the essential fearfulness of being. Thereby everything falls back at once into the old concepts and valuings—pessimism/optimism and the like.

People without work—above all, without a calling.

More fateful: without a will to these things; without the constraint of the growth to such volition.

Once again have to become subservient to the mystery of fallow ground and seed, germination and growth, wind resistance and fruitfulness.

Preserver of the excitation of being in the depth and breadth of being. Tradition of such preparation and preparedness. Therein resides the mysterious ordination of the individual to his | people, such that as mature he would become the guardian of the blessing of Da-sein; this blessing merely endures the fearfulness of being; and that fearfulness presses toward blessing.

The—mysterious—harmony of these preservers and guardians: to rouse oneself and individuals to it and to secure oneself therein. First of all need to open space for this, prepare the ways, and send in advance the directions—such is the arousing of the happening of being.

Only if and only as long as this originary aloneness of Dasein is experienced can true community grow indigenously; only thus is to be overcome all publicness of those who have come together and are driven together.


“Existence” as pledging [Ein-stand] and acknowledgment [Eingeständnis] in being; “in” being, toward beings; this is to be conducted up to mankind.

Question of being—the disclosive questioning of beings.


Who knows in what we have become mired?

Ponderings VII-XI (GA 94) by Martin Heidegger