Familiarity (n.) does not exist for thinking: to it, nothing is ever familiar.
Familiarity (n.) with the world is what every concern already rests on — and the soil in which Dasein can lose itself, fascinated by what it meets.
Familiarity (n.) hides enigma after enigma: what is so familiar we never pay heed to it is precisely what is darkest to philosophy.
Familiarity (n.) at its origin is not with what we know first, but with what was entrusted to our nature before all else and becomes known only at the last.
Familiarity (n.) with beings lies in dealing with them, not looking at them: stand in a shoemaker's shop and you see extant things, but not his world.
Familiarity (n.) with the world, the tranquil feeling of being at home in it, is a mode of uncanniness, not the reverse; not-being-at-home is the more primordial phenomenon.
Familiarity (n.) with the world does not require that the world be transparent to theory; it is the reverse — every theory of the world grows out of this familiarity.
Familiarity (n.) is absent from many beings as they first confront us — unfamiliarity is positively distinctive of them; most things we merely know something about, without knowing how to manage them.