Man remains a mystery to himself. He has a nostalgia for Being, alonging for duration, for permanence, for absoluteness—a longing
Yet everything that constitutes his life is temporary, ephemeral,limited. He aspires to another order, another life, a world that is beyondhim. He senses that he is meant to participate in it.He searches for an idea, an inspiration, that could move him in thisdirection. It arises as a question: “Who am I—who am I in this world?”If this question becomes sufficiently alive, it could direct the course of his life. He cannot answer. He has nothing with which to answer—noknowledge of himself to face this question, no knowledge of his own.But he feels he must welcome it. He asks himself what he is. This is thefirst step on the way. He wants to open his eyes. He wants to wake up,to awaken.
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