If you think about endless destruction and the infinite suffering of humanity, perhaps your mind wanders to bloodstained wars, unrestrained violence, rape and murder and cruel dictators or to the possible future fate of mankind when antibiotics have ceased to work, the polar ice has melted and arid deserts cover more of the earth with subsequent starvation and floods of refugees that resemble nothing like we’ve seen so far. These things are not hard to imagine.
Little did you suspect, I presume, that one of the most severe threats against the fate of humanity — or the wellspring from which all of the above flows, one might say — is the editor of a critical edition (that is, not an edition of criticism, but one that traces changes to the text and the sources used) of Steiner’s works, whose supposedly unforgivable (and, it should be said, frequently misunderstood) deeds make the overcoming of materialism impossible, the consequence of which is a deluge of destruction and suffering that knows no end. Only anthroposophy can save this world — and, somehow, seemingly harmless ink on paper prevents this. Anthroposophy, an ostensibly obscure philosophy, whose name only a few of us know, is the center of the universe.
You’ll find it summarized here, with a link to a longer tome that offers a challenge to one’s patience. It is, however, fascinating and frightening in equal measure to behold such monumental and hysterical exaggeration — exaggeration almost as an art form, taken to the highest levels. Though part of the fringe of anthroposophy, it is meant seriously, and more than a few people take it seriously.