Profound boredom (n.) makes everything of equally great and equally little worth.
Profound boredom (n.) can strike out of the blue — for instance, walking through the streets of a large city on a Sunday afternoon.
Profound boredom (n.) is not despair, whatever depths it rises from; only by leaping over into another attunement could it lead to despair.
Profound boredom (n.) can make one feel timeless, removed from the flow of time — just as though we were blinded by the nearness of time's essence.
Profound boredom (n.) can take hold in an instant like a flash of lightning, and in that instant the whole expanse of one's time is there at once.
Profound boredom (n.) is an oscillation between the full expanse of beings refusing themselves as a whole and the singular extremity of what makes Dasein possible.
Profound boredom (n.) entrances Dasein: time binds us so that we are everywhere and yet may be nowhere, unable to go along with any being at all.
Profound boredom (n.) permits no passing the time at all — not because we forget to fight it, but because we understand that fighting it would be hopeless, even presumptuous.
Profound boredom (n.) is 'it is boring for one' — the 'it' of 'it is raining', in which name, standing, vocation, age and fate disappear and we become an undifferentiated no one.
Profound boredom (n.) is the condition of possibility of every lesser boredom: only because it lurks in the ground of Dasein can we be bored by the things and people around us.