Somewhere (he thought) beneath this strip of sleeping pavement the enormous solid globe is spinning on its way—pistons thumping, lava pouring from shelf to shelf, evidence and time lignifying into their traces. At what point does one say of a man that he has become unreal? He hugged his overcoat closer and tried to assemble in his mind Heidegger’s argument about the use of moods. We would think ourselves continuous with the world if we did not have moods. It is state-of-mind that discloses to us (Heidegger claims) that we are beings who have been thrown into something else. Something else than
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