As for a dreamer of words, what calm there is in the word round. How peacefully it makes one’s mouth, lips and the being of breath become round. Because this too should be spoken by a philosopher who believes in the poetic substance of speech. And for the professor who has broken with every kind of “being-there” (être-là), it is a joy to the ear to begin her course in metaphysics with the declaration: Das Dasein ist rund. Being is round.
Mirror, Mirror 