The stars spoke once to man. It is world destiny That they are silent now. To be aware of the silence Can become pain for earthly man. But in the deepening silence There grows and ripens What man speaks to the stars.
A real artist may create his picture in a lonely desert… gods look over his shoulder; he creates in their company. What does he care whether or not anybody admires his picture?
All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.
In very ancient times of human evolution upon earth, humanity’s revelation in word and sound was not differentiated in song and speech, but they were one.
Our egoism gains nothing from acts of love, but the world gains all the more. Esotericism tells us that love is to the world what the Sun is for outer life. No soul could thrive if love departed from the world. Love is the “moral” Sun of the world.
