Translations:Benutzer:Arian/Klett-Mini-Test/536/en

The bee colony lives enclosed in a soul-space in which it does not wish to be disturbed from without. Only *that* human being does not disturb it who has made the wisdom-filled doing and being of the bee colony wholly his own, and from this source — with reverence, composure, and stillness — carries out his work with the bee colony, a work raised to the level of artistry. This soul-space polarizes itself into a head-like centre, the hive, and into a periphery bounded on the outside by the sea of blossoms that the worker bees fly to and from which they return, laden with honey and pollen, to the centre — a process comparable to the circulation of the blood. What they carry into the hive they share with the human being: honey for nourishment, wax, propolis, and venom for manifold purposes including healing. With an appropriate number of colonies they are indispensable soul-organs of the farm organism, which in their activity weave the spiritually active in warmth into the farm precincts in a different way than the farmer does when, out of I-directed will, he incorporates his thoughts into the whole of the farm through his work.