ABSTRACT
In this chapter, the author talks about Martin Heidegger that why do he stay in the provinces. The gravity of the mountains and the hardness of their primeval rock, the slow and deliberate growth of the fir-trees, the brilliant, simple splendor of the meadows in bloom, the rush of the mountain brook in the long autumn night, the stern simplicity of the flatlands covered with snow–all of this moves and flows through and penetrates daily existence up there, and not in forced moments of "aesthetic" immersion or artificial empathy, but only when one's own existence stands in its work. A city-dweller thinks he has gone "out among the people" as soon as he condescends to have a long conversation with a peasant. At most, a city-dweller gets "stimulated" by a so-called "stay in the country." But his whole work is sustained and guided by the world of these mountains and their people.
