"This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy. This is why, in Hölderlin's language, the world's night is the holy night."
Heidegger here is stating the need for a poet in the times of destitution. They break away from the objective molds of human logic and trace spiritual matters in their true form. The poet, then, flourishes from the decay and loss of the world.
The poet serves as a beacon of hope by becoming an intercession for the people when they've become numbed by the growing cake of mundaneness they have built from hyper-analyzation.
Ad augusta per angusta,
Will Drake
P.S. Commented on Autumn's Jabberwocky
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