“When the wind, shifting quickly, grumbles
in the rafters of the cabin, and the
weather threatens to become nasty … .
Three dangers theaten thinking.
The good and thus wholesome
danger is the nighness of the singing
poet.
The evil and thus keenest danger is
thinking itself. It must think
against itself, which it can only
seldom do.
The bad and thus muddled danger
is philosophizing.”
-Martin Heidegger
