If anthroposophy is a journey, it may be advisable to purchase return tickets.
Anthroposophy is a journey, not a codified, inert body of knowledge. Its insights are intended as an inspiration and guide for the traveler, not as an encyclopedia for the curious.
I’m worried, though, that just as there is no map for the curious, there aren’t any flights back to reality. You may never return from this journey, but instead risk remaining perpetually stuck on a supersensible airplane accompanied by gnomes and archangels. And possibly a eurythmist or two — do they at least play board games to pass time? What a trip!
Finally, one’s journey leads to the complete loss of personal ego and the realization of the universal self, which permits one to live as one with the spiritual realities and beings of the cosmos.
Without a bistro and a bar, not to speak of comfortable chairs, this spiritual travelling may soon prove unbearably tedious. Also, I think I prefer to keep my personal ego — if I have one: it’s probably a lower, unsophisticated model — and my boundaries intact. Even among beings of the cosmos, I want my particularity. Besides, in the ethereal kiosk, spiritual reality is a superfluous concept. However, we firmly believe in the reality of champagne, cheese and bunnies. First things first.