I woke to a summer-like breeze coming in from the open window, all manner of bird calls, the distant buzz of a lawn mower, a cat shuffling across the foot of the bed, the hum of appliances, the warmth of blankets holding out the chill of late spring early morning air, and I felt suddenly mysteriously engaged in the sensations of my existence, of being alive, of Being.
Bravo. From one English/Philosophy major to another, I love this essay. I remember stumbling through Heidegger in college—wish I’d had this essay then. I don’t think you’ve missed the nuance; you’ve just translated H with elegance and clarity.
Average everydayness. What a spot-on term for a diminished state of being so many of us are mired in. Explains so much. Well done.
You are a wonderful teacher, you know. And a snag is standing deadwood.
Thanks! I couldn’t get out of my fishing brain to see that! That makes more sense, the deadwood like a “pale hand.”
Bravo. From one English/Philosophy major to another, I love this essay. I remember stumbling through Heidegger in college—wish I’d had this essay then. I don’t think you’ve missed the nuance; you’ve just translated H with elegance and clarity.
Thanks, Tricia.