An Excerpt.
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sechan19"With a thousand eyes the river looked at him, with green ones, with white ones, with crystal ones, with sky-blue ones. How he loved that water, how it delighted him, how grateful he was to it! In his heart he heard the voice speak, the newly awakened one, and it said to him: 'Love this water! Remain by it! Learn from it!' Oh, yes, he wanted to learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. Whoever understood that water and its secrets, he felt, would also understand much more, many secrets, all secrets.
"But today, of all the secrets of the river, he saw just one, which gripped his soul. He saw: this water flowed and flowed, it kept on flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always and at all times the same and yet new every moment! Oh, if he could only grasp that, understand that! He did not understand or grasp it; he merely felt the stirrings of a premonition, a distant recollection, divine voices."
~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
"But today, of all the secrets of the river, he saw just one, which gripped his soul. He saw: this water flowed and flowed, it kept on flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always and at all times the same and yet new every moment! Oh, if he could only grasp that, understand that! He did not understand or grasp it; he merely felt the stirrings of a premonition, a distant recollection, divine voices."
~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
