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37: I can not tell me if one day I'll stop

A young.

who abandons his father, his family.

To undertake a path of knowledge.

In search of supreme knowledge.

Along with him, his dearest friend.

away together, and loads of enthusiasm for their adventure.

Soon, however, the two friends separate.

Why are very different.

One can, in short, to identify with a teacher, and stands by him, to follow the teaching.

The other, however, is never satisfied.

It's not enough that lil master can tell you, it may be.

He wants to go on, groped new ways, make new experiences. So

continues its path.

It's all going to happen.

The more will rise from the ground (in ideal conditions) to reach a whole contemplative knowledge, the more he will realize that he had strayed too far, Desiring, therefore, to be able to go back, to lower the common life, daily life and material, which he accused the first time, to regain control over things, to relive the pleasures of life.

So experience the beauty of love, desire (also flesh) to a woman.

but even this will be enough for him.

Speculative and attentive to the need to form a knowledge that goes beyond the shortcomings of life (often while still immersed, constantly alternating between real and ideal), our boy, now an adult, he realizes that he, in fact, has never loved anyone.

corn was not capable of love, because love can not learn to love another person who has raised the tone of the art.

Who did that love is an aesthetic law.

And his fate will be, therefore, to try and try, endlessly, for love made aesthetic is not a common thing, can not result in any embrace, in a temporary pleasure.

E 'something higher.

Here is the hero of our history also leaves his wife, to continue his journey of discovery.

But can not help but feel more and more one of many.

him, that he so wanted to rise above the world, is forced to descend, because that is what the life.

It will be a ferryman his friend, to make them understand this new way of looking at life.

A boatman who, for years and years, doing his job, he was always listening to the river, and noticed that the river was talking to him.

The river has taught him many things: as the ability of listening.

But a curious way of looking at the time. Why

what are the past and the future, before a huge river that everything he sees and touches everything, and, simultaneously, is in many locations, at the mouth, the cascade into the sea, etc. ...?

face of this magnitude, what are the past and the future, if not illusions?

are only shadows that give the appearance of something, making us believe that we were something in the past, and we might become something else in the future.

but it is just that, an illusion.

There is no path to reach. We are already

All.

Parts of a vast collection, we have in us, every part of something.

The wise fool is at the same time, and vice versa.

But why could become one day or another.

say this, would reaffirm that chronological time that you just eliminated, recognizing that it is only an illusion.

No, everybody and everything, whatever it is now immersed in an eternal present.

This is also a call right away, groped our way, to take the risk.

If time does not exist, as it is just an illusion, then there is one thing that I am now and that I can not be later, neither one thing I do to force in a given time in the future but not now.

Aware of this, the man who has reached this view of life must be able to do anything at any time, because he has it all, he is already now that if you look at the world in a superficial way, the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a dupe of time, I have to do tomorrow, who knows when.

All these things will find our friend, by ferry.

Just when you learned to have a child, right from the woman who had once abandoned, to continue his research.

And now he has nothing left to try, simply because there is nothing to find.

He is already the Whole.

But his son is not like him.

It 's a spoiled child, accustomed to the comforts.

flee one day to go in search of a better world for him.

And our friend will understand soon that serves no purpose to go in search of her son escaped.

because his son has to live his life, and if he had held back too long, he would only have to do something he did not want to live a life not suitable to him.

Furthermore, our friend had left his father, the story begins.

So, after crossing the world immersed in it, our friend will return to rebound, and look at things from above, but with a new awareness that he had not before: that there is nothing really to look, he's already the All, and everything that surrounds it is the All, and he loves to everything that surrounds it, appreciate it, look with new eyes.

Old and met, our friend will die, after reviewing his friend with whom he began his research, and revealed him, in short, everything he has learned.

one I described (by looking to be brief) is, as you've no doubt already guessed, the story of Siddhartha , the famous novel by Hermann Hesse.

Siddhartha is really the protagonist of the work, always looking for something.

Govinda, his friend, with whom he will have an opportunity to speak one last time before he died.

Hermann Hesse had already read two works, but I had always heard good things about Siddhartha, so I wanted to try it.

And the result was magnificent.

It is a very good book, focused on the need (in which Hermann always believed) for man to deal with life by below, and then buy a perfect tone, and live in constant balance between these two extremes, that is human, everyday, normal, and what is for one who is dedicated to the contemplative life.

Reflecting this, which was led by Hermann the attitude of family: parents, very religious, had a love for art, but it was a love content.

a love destined to crash, once it was understood that art is nothing more than appearance, nothing more.

Unable, therefore, understand the elements that really matter in life, such as honor, morality, courage.

The attempt to

Hermann is therefore to save, through his work, what is still salvageable art, living it fully (because this is the aspiration of man), but then away from it now, because real life is elsewhere , only to return again in a continuous conflict, perhaps never really resolved.

But in the meantime, here's the cover of Siddhartha :

What you see is exactly the same cover of Siddhartha I've just finished read.

edition found in the library.

Driven by the enthusiasm to this author, I decided that in the coming days the other 2 reread Hesse's works in my home, because I read several years ago, so do not remember so well.

And who knows, maybe in future I will be able to read more and more of Hermann Hesse.

But this is not a problem.

Why we should not worry of the future, which is only an illusion.

I am already now, the All.

And, who knows? Maybe inside of me, surrounded by all this, there is already quite the complete works of Hermann Hesse.

you need to do to dig, to discover it.

Do you too.