The Geschick of being: a child that plays. […] It plays, because it plays. The “because” withers away in the play. The play is without “why.” It plays since it plays. It simply remains a play: the most elevated and the most profound. But this “simply” is everything.
Martin Heidegger (via ludimagister)
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“You cannot find the centre / Where we dance, where we play…” R.S. Thomas, Children’s Song (examined-life.tumblr.co…)
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