Martin Heidegger’s roots were in Phenomenology, from Phainomenon, ‘what shows itself in itself’.
And he was arguably the dominant influence on Academic Philosophy and high cafe- speculation for most of the last century.
[I’ll take Les Deux Magots over a library any sunny day.]
Here is Martin Heidegger:
‘The indefinability of Being does not dispense with the question of its meaning but forces it upon us. Being..is the self-evident concept..in all our knowing and predicating.
Everyone understands ‘The sky is blue’, ‘I am happy’.. but this average comprehensibility only demonstrates the incomprehensibility. An enigma lies a-priori..
We do not know what Being means but already when we ask: ‘What is Being?’, we stand in an understanding of the ‘is’ without being able to determine conceptually what the ‘is’ means..‘
Heidegger circled in the vicinity of the Symbol but never broke through. And he had to invent a whole new terminology with achingly looped language[‘the possibility whose probability it is solely to be possible’] to bridge the sharp divide between where his readers stood and what he saw at the Cliff’s Edge.
I knew an artist once in New York’s Greenwich Village who disliked books and was utterly dismissive of all philosophical rant. But he always kept a hard-cover edition of 600 Page :‘Being and Time’, prominently displayed on his Naguchi coffee-table. The Language, and with it Heidegger, had taken on their own Mystique.