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RE: Musing 12
Yes, remember Butterflies.
Isn't it odd: stumbling in and stumbling back out?
How will it feed more than the cats?
Ready to see, to experiment, but also tired at the thought that it's hardly going to make a dent in the (dream) work that needs to be done.
The time to dream alone, however, is most certainly over. The butterflies confirm that (Steiner wrote much and highly esoterically about the nature of butterflies as etheric connectors of worlds.)
Yes, it is odd. And, I'm not sure? All a grand experiment. Perhaps, just enough in knowing that there are other owls & butterflies, swooping and flitting in different parts of the world who are also going about their business in solitary ways. Maybe, we are the front-fliers for the others in making these etheric connections in a world growing ever more split from spirit?
But, like you have said, the real play gets lost in the forever corridors of the worldwideweb. Both children and adults ought to touch the dirt, talk to the stars, play horse in the backyard. Always, a delicate balance.