It remains open to question whether the glance - and this means lightning [Heraclitus, Fragment 64] - strikes into our relation to the truth of being; or whether only the weak glimmer of a storm long past casts the pallid light of its brightness into our knowledge of what has been.

P. 255

Once, however, in the beginning of Western thinking, the essence of language flashed in the light of Being--once, when Heraclitus thought the LogoV as his guiding word, so as to think in this word the Being of beings. But the lightning abruptly vanished. No one held onto its streak of light and the nearness of what it illuminated.

We see this lightning only when we station ourselves in the storm of Being. Yet everything today betrays the fact that we bestir ourselves only to drive storms away. We organize all available means for cloud-seeding and storm dispersal in order to have calm in the face of the storm.

P. 78

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