A Sneeze in the Expanse of That-Which-Regions

As those of you who have been following Tine's walks know, this week Tine joined Martin Heidegger and his good friends in their conversation on a country path. (Tine's Visit to Prospero's Isle.) When they were strolling along in the "abiding expanse of that-which-regions," as Heidegger's friends put it, Tine sneezed. As it happens (in fact, at the very moment at which it happened), Tine's sneeze was captured in a picture for this blog.




For those of you who don't know what that-which-regions is, the best that can be done is to quote Heidegger, who knows more about it than most walkers and thinkers: "That-which-regions is an abiding expanse which, gathering all, opens itself, so that in it openness is halted and held, letting everything merge in its own resting. "

"That sounds quite a bit like my sneeze," Tine thought. "Perhaps there's more to a sneeze than one might imagine." (Gelassenheit, Tine!)