The Secret Of Systems, Part 10; The Monochrome Intellectual, Part 8
Warning: contains bad language.
As you will know if you read one of my previous posts, when it came to renovating my bathroom, they gave me a choice of three tiles for the wall. That is to say, a white tile, another white tile and a third one. Not much of a choice, but that’s the kind of choice one gets when a corporation is run by the brain-dead. From childhood onwards they never had a choice in anything they did, why should they even think of it in later life? Since this has become an ingrained habit in their thinking, this is now all they are able to imagine.
It was on Saturday evening I was on my way to see my friend Hendrik, and I was at the station waiting for the train. It was a little before sunset, to my right there was the last of the sun. A series of bright orange streaks on the misty horizon. Looking the other way, I could see the silver skeins of the tracks disappear into the distance, along with the never ending progression of the catenary masts.
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The ruler of this small, forgotten land was a tough man who had through strength of purpose, made it to the top. Originally his family name meant ‘Savage’ in the local language; dissatisfied with this image, he called himself The Lion.
Piet is my friend Hendrik’s brother in law, and he wants a new car. Actually, he’s wanted a new car for a few years now. His business partner bought one. Only these are tough times for businesses and if you’re in business, you know that there’s one thing you need: a backup. That is to say, lots of cash to cover the dry periods. Just as an aside, if you hear someone talk about needing this, you know they’re in a commodity market and they don’t have any leverage over their competitors.
It was during an email conversation that someone mentioned the following:
“We’ve talked for nearly a year now, and your habitual symptoms are still quite evident. Is it a mental disorder, because I’ve had a lot of experience with that? Bipolar, Asperger’s, you give definite evidence of being the “force of nature” you’d like to present.”
There are several things to note in the manner in which he writes. Firstly he uses a question mark at the end of his second sentence. Normal people are not in the habit of questioning their own statements, thus the subsequent clause will have been added without sufficient awareness. That is to say, he did it unknowingly, unconsciously.
Bullshitters, The Fraudsters Who Live From Them, And Health.
Rudolf Steiner speaks about Socrates, and the way this philosopher worked:
“When he was talking with his pupils Socrates did not wish to transmit anything at all of himself into their souls. He wished to leave it to them to draw out from themselves what they already possessed.”
If you use Socrates’ method of examination, and examination it is, you will be in for a disappointment. In our day and age if you are stupid enough to ask questions of others, you can expect some rough treatment.
After all, we live in times where it is polite to ask nothing. Nothing at all. Should you be asked a question that asks nothing, it is polite to respond by saying nothing at all. I mean, things will be said, it is more that the things that are said have no content, no meaning. That way, nothing is said.
It’s an iconic image, one that is displayed on one of the most famous album cover of all time to coffee mugs to, well, just about anything. It’s the image of a ray of white light being directed through a prism with the result that we can see the spectrum. A rainbow by any other name.
From our science lessons at school and with reminders just about everywhere, there’s little escape from the truth that Newton demonstrated. Today’s post is going to look at Newton’s spectrum from a slightly different angle, one that impinges on the whole of accepted science. Because I don’t want to look at the spectrum itself, but why scientists accept it as the truth in the face of Goethe’s scientific revelations.