turn replaced by a logic fashioned for it, thinking remains representational. Yet all dialectics and even the logic of dialectics is the convulsion of representational thinking that seeks to relieve the tension by turning the convulsion into an absolute principle.
The task of thinking is what happens as event so that thinking becomes remembrance. The task of thinking remains itself the same within it; It never becomes something thought in the sense of something represented, which is stored away in its depiction and transformed into something present-to-hand. Everything that has been genuinely thought is only such if it remains the occasion for the remembrance of the arrival, as which the task of thinking is.
One runs the risk of subjecting the simple to idle talk, instead of it
simply beyng. We will never find that which is simple just by looking
away from daily entanglements. We only wrap up the purportedly simple even further into the persistent entanglements of perplexity along such paths. The perplexity is now becoming complete. The simple is the inconspicuous peculiar property. How are we supposed to experience this if we do not even know the property? That is what essences from all appertaining and happening of the event.
Seed and grain
star and rill
hint at the path
to harvest and sow
of light and bread
poem and death.
Few know the terror of thinking; those who fall victim to the seduction of language do not know it at all, nor do those who, with the aid of language, link together—with as much frenzy as determination, as much vapidity as much confusion—representational conceptions from the most diverse areas and provenances and thus blend together a concoction that no longer looks like it contains even a trace of what has been thought. The gift of distinction in this area is rare. Deception caused by clever idle talk is great.
Thinking is the inconspicuous ability to eyeball [Augenmaß] the unconsidered.
Many believe that thinking is an exercitium of shrewdness.
Shrewdness moves hastily within what has been thought.
Remembrance remains deliberate within the unthought.