When writing was withdrawn from the origin of its essence, i.e. from the hand, and was transferred to the machine, a transformation occurred in the relation of Being to man.
Being and Time are inextricably intertwined. To attain the fullness of being, One must unravel time, like a chain tangles through the ages. To unravel time, one must understand it, but, alas, we are farther, farther away than ever, for we think of time in terms of the clock, but time has existed far back in the black expanses before even Stonehenge, and shall exist long after the last watch has returned to that from which it sprung. Time is everything and nothing all at once; it is the ancients listening to their oral tales; it is the bird experiencing the numinous brightness of the Sun, but it is not sitting in front of a device. That is not time; that is death! The ancients aimed to attain to Nothingness; The moderns are just nothing; null, void, machine humanity.