For months I’ve been trying to avoid the confrontation that awaits with Heidegger’s Being and Time. Given that I happened to be the bearer of a gift card to my university bookstore, and after a small existential crisis about the merits of Stambaugh/Schmidt vs Macquarrie/Robinson – or whether perhaps Foucault’s History of Madness might be more worth my time – I finally heard/felt “the call”. Everything has been pointing here in recent months. Strauss, Levinas, Derrida, Schmitt, Sloterdijk, &c. I can’t say enough how much I enjoyed Richard Velkley’s Heidegger, Strauss, And the Premises of Philosophy: On Original Forgetting. And, as an I.R. student trained in the Critical tradition, the problem of nomos has been uncharacteristically making itself known in a variety of ways. Let a large amount of angst ensue.