I'm finishing an essay on Dungeons and Dragons and philosophy (!), about the notion of world in D&D. Thus I'm having to re-read large swathes of Being and Time. Somehow it feels good this time. It's not always that way. The book has a certain extremely distinctive feeling to it, but it's curiously like a fantasy role playing game or a Tolkien novel. There's a combination of mystery and earthiness, like resting on a stone you realize is a standing stone.