It had been a relatively
mild winter in Geneva and the ski and ice-skating fanatics had been
complaining bitterly. Now that it was colder and the cloudy sky
looked threatening, I hoped it would snow enough for them to be
satisfied and shut up. I neither skied nor skated and though I
appreciated the beauty of new snow in the old city, I preferred to be
warm and comfortable. I walked casually into the entrance of my
company’s building on the rue de l’Aeroport, ready for
another boring day at head office. “Bonjour, monsieur Smith,”
the receptionist said, smiling. She pronounced my name Ess-meet.
I smiled back. I glanced at the large clock on the wall behind her
and smiled more broadly. “What happened to your clock?”
The Swiss are inordinately proud of their clocks and for a foreigner
to discover one not functioning would be a national disgrace.
Michelle glanced over her shoulder and back at me, puzzled.
“Nothing,” she said, “Why? My smile froze into a silly grin
as I checked my watch – Swiss, of course – and saw that
it showed the same time as the clock: 10:50. I shrugged, waved to
Michelle and headed for the elevators down the hall.
Lost Time by Frank Thomas Smith
I never asked my friend, Peter Product, the origin of his
family name. I just assumed that it was shortened from one of those long,
unpronounceable Polish or Czech names. In any case it raised eyebrows and, often,
grins. Pete was a poet, a profession not very amenable to earning money, so he
moonlighted as an assistant insurance underwriter at Encore Underwriters, Inc.,
66 Wall Street, New York City, which is where I met him. One day he hit the poetic jackpot when he wrote an epic poem
with the title Ode to the Brooklyn Bridge, dedicated lovingly to María, and
had it published in the The New Yorker. Getting something published in
that magazine was enough to win Brooklyns 3-B (Best Breast-Beating) Gold Medal, so
Peter Products reputation went into orbit.
The Purloined Poem by Frank Thomas Smith
The Gospel According to Mark - El Evangelio según Marcos by Jorge Luis Borges
These events took place
on the Los Álamos cattle ranch, towards the south of the
township of Junín, during the final days of March, 1928. The
protagonist was a medical student, Baltasar Espinosa. We may describe
him for now as no different to any of the many young men of Buenos
Aires, with no particular traits worthy of note other than an almost
unlimited kindness and an oratorical faculty that had earned him
several prizes from the English school in Ramos Mejía. He did
not like to argue; he preferred it when his interlocutor was right
and not he himself. Although the vagaries of chance in any game
fascinated him, he played them poorly because it did not please him
El hecho sucedió
en la estancia Los Álamos, en el partido de Junín,
hacia el sur, en los últimos días del mes de marzo de
1928. Su protagonista fue un estudiante de medicina, Baltasar
Espinosa. Podemos definirlo por ahora como uno de tantos muchachos
porteños, sin otros rasgos dignos de nota que esa facultad
oratoria que le había hecho merecer más de un premio en
el colegio inglés de Ramos Mejía y que una casi
ilimitada bondad. No le gustaba discutir; prefería que el
interlocutor tuviera razón y no él. Aunque los azares
del juego le interesaban, era un mal jugador, porque le desagradaba
were lost in the woods and didn't know which way to turn. Whichever way they
went they seemed to get more lost. They sat down on the roots of a tree and Carolina began to cry.
Her brother told her not to cry, that they would find their way out eventually,
but the truth was that he felt like crying too.
The Nature Spirits - Los espíritus de la naturaleza by Frank Thomas Smith
Suddenly, they heard a faint sound
of someone moaning: "Oh, oh! help me! oh, oh!" They held their breath and waited. It happened
again: "Oh, oh!"
Maybe it's only the
wind," Nicolás said.
"No, it's someone crying for
objected. "What should we do?"
Nicolás thought for a moment. He was
older so he had to make the decisions. "Let's go to where the sound is
coming from. If it's only the wind we won't find anything. If someone needs
help we'll help them if we can.
y Carolina estaban perdidos en el bosque y no sabían hacia dónde ir. No
importaba qué dirección tomaran, siempre parecían perderse cada vez más. Por
fin, se sentaron sobre las raíces de un árbol y Carolina se echó a llorar. Su
hermano le dijo que no llorara, que ya iban a encontrar el camino, pero la
verdad era que él también tenía ganas de llorar. Así
estaban cuando, de repente, les llegó un débil sonido, como de alguien que se
ay, ayúdenme! ¡Ay, ay!
niños contuvieron la respiración y esperaron. Otra vez se oyó: ¡Ay, ay!
vez sólo sea el viento -dijo Nicolás.
es alguien pidiendo ayuda -replicó Carolina-. ¿Qué vamos a hacer?
pensó unos instantes. El era el mayor, así que debía tomar las decisiones...
Rediscovering Life - Biologys Shameful Refusal to Disown the Machine-Organism by Stephen L. Talbott
When someone persistently hallucinates, seeing things that arent there,
we usually assume a cognitive aberration of some sort, if not a severe
mental illness. What, then, to make of those countless biologists who
look at organisms and think they are seeing machines? Or who look at
organs, cells, organelles, and even molecules, and see machines within
I will leave it for you to judge. However, one thing is certain: an
inexcusable mistake has gripped the scientific community for decades,
severely perverting biological understanding...
By the Way, Your Home is on Fire - The
Climate of Change and the Dangers of Stasis by Rebecca Solnit
the San Francisco bureaucrats on the dais murmured about why they
weren’t getting anywhere near what we in the audience
passionately hoped for, asked for, and worked for, my mind began to
wander. I began to think of another sunny day on the other side of
the country 13 years earlier, when nothing happened the way anyone
expected. I had met a survivor of that day who told me his story. A
high-powered financial executive, he had just arrived on the 66th
floor of his office building and entered his office carrying his
coffee, when he saw what looked like confetti falling everywhere --
not a typical 66th floor spectacle. Moments later, one of his friends
ran out of a meeting room shouting, “They’re back.” It
was, of course, the morning of September 11th...
Lesson Seventeen: We become aware, if we perceive the world around us correctly, how
this world demands our intense attention. We look down at the lowest
creatures and up at the glowing, sparkling stars in the sky. We look
all around at the kingdoms of nature, much of what is derived from
them being part of us. And we have every reason to deeply feel in our
hearts and souls the sublimity, the cosmic importance and the majesty
of all this. And participation in any kind of esoteric, in any
spiritual science, should not tempt us to engage in false asceticism
– to reject either the lowly worm or the majestic stars because
they belong to the visible world – and not feel their
greatness, their majesty and sublimity, nor feel the importance they
have for us...
Lessons for the First Class of the School for Spiritual Science at
the Goetheanum - Volume Two, Lessons seventeen and eighteen by Rudolf Steiner
Lesson Eighteen: "...Let us
imagine it once more, for we cannot recall it to our souls too often. We see
before us everything belonging to the kingdoms of nature. We observe the
glorious heavenly bodies; we see the floating clouds; we see the wind and the
waves, the thunder and lightning. We see everything from the humblest worm to
the sublimest revelations in the glittering stars. Only a false asceticism,
unrelated to true esotericism, could in any way despise this world that speaks
to the senses. The person who wishes to be truly human can do nothing other
than intimately relate to the sense-perceptible life, from the humblest
creature to the majestic, divinely glittering stars..."
Karmic Relations, Volume II, Lecture Fourteen by Rudolf Steiner
The study of problems
connected with karma is by no means easy and discussion of
anything that has to do with this subject entails — or
ought at any rate to entail — a sense of deep
responsibility. Such study is in truth a matter of penetrating
into the most profound relationships of existence, for within the
sphere of karma, and the course it takes, lie those processes
which are the basis of the other phenomena of world-existence,
even of the phenomena of nature. Without insight into the course
which karma takes in the world and in the evolution of humanity
it is quite impossible to understand why external nature is
displayed before us in the form in which we behold it. We have been studying examples
of how karma may take its course. These examples were carefully
chosen by me in order that now, when we shall try to make the
transition to the study of individual karma, we can link on to
them. To begin with I will give a general introduction, because
friends are present to-day who have not attended the lectures on
karma given during the last few weeks and months...
Women, Sexuality and Society by Rudolf Steiner
It may seem strange
that something like our theme today, which touches so
strongly on current everyday issues, could be considered
from the world-view of Spiritual Science, from a view of
life and the world today which looks to the very greatest
enigmas of human existence. In many circles which occupy
themselves with Spiritual Science, or in such circles as
have heard something of the spirit in this world-outlook,
there is the view that Spiritual Science is something
that does not concern itself in any way with current
questions, with the interests of immediate life. People
believe — some as a reproach to the Theosophical
movement, and others seeing this as one of its advantages— that Spiritual Science concerns itself only with
the great questions of Eternity, that it holds itself
aloof from everyday events. People consider it, in both a
good and a bad sense, to be something impractical. But
if, in our time, Spiritual Science is to fulfil a task,
a mission, then it must also grasp what moves the heart,
it must be able to take up a position with regard to
those questions which play into our day-to-day thinking
and into our day-to-day striving and hope...
Si (como afirma el griego en
El Golem - The Golem Jorge Luis Borges
el nombre es arquetipo de la cosa
en las letras de 'rosa' está la rosa
y todo el Nilo en la palabra 'Nilo'.
Y, hecho de consonantes y vocales,
habrá un terrible Nombre, que la esencia
cifre de Dios y que la Omnipotencia
guarde en letras y sílabas cabales...
the Greek affirmed in the Cratylus)
the name is archetype of the thing
in the letters of rose is the rose
and all the Nile in the word Nile.
And, made of consonants and vowels,
there'll be a terrible Name, which
guards in cautious letters and syllables
the ciphered essence of God and the Omnipotence...
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