Money has always been a puzzling phenomenon, not surprisingly as it has many features that are truly paradoxical. The first is that something all but worthless – a piece of printed paper, for example – has a value attributed to it. Indeed, Rudolf Steiner in his series of lectures entitled ‘World Economy’, speaks of how in our modern age, what we use as money should actually have no intrinsic value at all.
I was out again this morning at the crack of dawn. Actually, a little earlier, because Rudolf Steiner spoke of how the horn silica preparation was best sprayed when the sun is rising. Naturally in the summer, this means crawling out of bed at ungodly hours. Well that’s how it felt this morning, yesterday I all but sprang out of bed, and did so long before my alarm went off. Anyway, by the time the sun was good and bright, I had spent a full hour stirring a small pot of water. With a minuscule amount of horn-silica powder in it.
The part dealing with the subjective nature of time is below, under the subheading ‘Is Time The Same For All Of Us?’ click here. This will work for as long as it takes WordPress to remove my in-post links; WordPress are nice to my readers. (NOT).
The horn silica preparation that is used in Bio-Dynamics, the toughest of all the organic certifications, was first described by Rudolf Steiner in 1924. Horn manure had been used for centuries, if not longer. The essence of the two preparations is that they were put into a cow’s horn and buried for a certain amount of time. There were other conditions too, but suffice it to say that after that time, they had been transformed by the same processes that help plants grow.
The trains here in Holland are a garish yellow and blue, for me, their livery is like graffiti without further adornment. They’re not exactly pretty, but then, if they were any more subdued – in the manner of a German train that is grey with a thin red stripe – the dull wits of the average Dutchman wouldn’t be able to discern the train from the platform. Things have to be blindingly obvious to those who lack perceptive abilities.
Buried somewhere under four feet of mud and rubbish, in the Docksway landfill site near Newport, Wales, in a space about the size of a football pitch is a computer hard drive worth more than £4m.
It belonged to James Howells, who threw it out when he was clearing up his desk in mid-summer and discovered the part, rescued from a defunct Dell laptop. He found it in a drawer and put it in a bin.
And then last Friday he realised that it held a digital wallet with 7,500 Bitcoins created for almost nothing in 2009 – and then worth about the same.
In 1915 Egon Schiele married a respectable middle-class girl called Edith Harms. Shortly after the wedding, he reported for military service. Schiele’s usual treatment of women he painted was to have them in semi-erotic poses. But here, he painted Edith as if she were a child’s doll. Fully clothed and without any gesture that suggests she has any life: he has depicted her as if she were only a doll with a porcelain face and hands. In being heavier than the cotton of the soft body of a doll, the porcelain hands have stretched her arms. Her feet have no floor, she is a doll that can be picked up and hung on the wall from a nail without any more ado.