“Being” is the singularity of the multiplicity within the variety of a unity. It is the truth of itself; an essence drifting between categories implicit within the supersensible realm and those fostered by the nature of humanity. It roams the vast wilderness of its surroundings, beckoned to life as a being-in-the-world, and beaten to its knees as it participates in time. But once it penetrates the densely twisted canopy of illusion, it will rise alone as the light of its truth and cast the shadow of its “having been” on the withering vegetation struggling to breathe way down below.
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