Martin Heidegger, one of the greatest minds of all time, was born 125 years ago on September 26. Phew, just made it!

This is my favorite poem of his:

When the evening light, slanting into
the woods somewhere, bathes the tree
trunks in gold...

Singing and thinking are the stems
neighbor to poetry.

They grow out of Being and reach into
its truth.

Their relationship makes us think of what
Hölderlin sings of the trees of the
woods.

"And to each other they remain unknown,
So long as they stand, the neighboring
trunks."

A careful eye could detect that the above smartphone photo does not feature evening light. But fear not! At some point, I would like to put together a visual collection to illustrate every text from Heidegger's "Thinker as Poet."