This is the evening of Rudi’s 151st birthday, that is, if you count the 25th of february as his birthday. Some people count the 27th. It doesn’t matter that much; in the ethereal kiosk, we can count both days. And all other days. In fact there’s no end to the celebrations. There is a strict prohibition against eurythmy — he’s had enough of it, it’s serious! don’t try us, you’ll be booted! –, but there will be lots of sparkling wine, and cognac and würstchen (of every kind) for those who so desire. A frequent visitor has brought some exotic nibbles. Anything from Lidl is highly exotic for people who spend their days in the realm beyond death.
People, still fairly sober, heading to the party. The archangel Michael has lost his head somewhere, possibly at Lidl. We will look for it tomorrow. (Photo from Stockholmskällan.)
The candles are alight, the sofas are softer than ever, the gates are guarded. Let the celebrations begin! Hooray!
… oh no! Don’t say Rudi has nodded off already. I mean, I know he’s really old, but… Wake him up, mr Dog! Ok, there we are. Now let’s drink a toast to the best dead esotericist ever!