MH Hammer. Martin the Great. The Hulk.
The rural town of Messkirch, Germany. It's where I was born, and it's where I'm buried, a fact that's kind of symbolic of the "being-towards-death" I wrote a lot about. I was born to where I now dwell in death. Fear not: Zombie Heidegger is not a thing. And it wouldn't be a "thing," either, but we'll get to that.
Philosopher. Professional Dasein.
I entered the Jesuit Order but stayed only a couple of weeks. At the University of Freiburg, I first studied theology, but then I switched to philosophy.
I joined the Nazi Party in 1933, but let's not get to the bottom of that. We have Being to discuss.
I grew up in the Roman Catholic faith but later rejected it. Reading Protestants and marrying a Lutheran will do that you, I guess. My thought became associated with atheism, but I wouldn't fit in well with the New Atheists of today—they wouldn't take well to the theological and mystical language I worked into my philosophy.
The unfolding of Being
The forgetfulness of Being
Being and time