Dwelling is not primarily inhabiting but taking care of and creating that space within which something comes into its own and flourishes.
Language is the house of Being. In its home man dwells. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.
From our human experience and history, at least as far as I am informed, I know that everything essential and great has only emerged when human beings had a home and were rooted in a tradition. Today's literature is, for instance, largely destructive.
The relationship between man and space is none other than dwelling, strictly thought and spoken.
We would like only, for once, to get to where we are already.
The world worlds, and is more fully in being than the tangible and perceptible realm in which we believe ourselves to be at home...By the opening up of a world, all things gain their lingering and hastening, their remoteness and nearness, their scope and limits. In a world's worlding is gathered that spaciousness out of which the protective grace of the gods is granted and withheld. Even this doom of the god remaining absent is a way in which the world worlds...All coming to presence...keeps itself concealed to the last.
