I will learn from myself, be my own pupil; I will learn from myself the secret of Siddhartha.

‘What is meditation? What is abandonment of the body? What is fasting? What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from

he learned from it how to listen, to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, and an open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgement, without opinions.

‘I can think, I can wait, I can fast.’

A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self.

Siddhartha does nothing; he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he goes through the affairs of the world like the stone through water, without doing anything, without bestirring himself; he is drawn and lets himself fall. He is drawn by his goal, for he does not allow anything to enter his mind which opposes his goal.

No, it is perfect at every moment; every sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people—eternal life.

Wisdom is not communicable. The wisdom which a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.’

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.