Monday, November 25, 2013

Life is an open book — read it and weep for joy



Rudolf Steiner:
 
Those were times in which man did not say abstractly: “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and a God was the Word”; those were times when man could say something else, when he could say: “My out-breathing fashions itself, it takes form; and while this expiration takes form in a regular way, it reveals itself as an image of cosmic creation, because it creates for me from the sacrificial smoke forms which for me are a living script, a living writing; and this writing reveals to me what the planetary worlds desire to say to me.”

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