Sublime

« Écoute, Goldmund, notre amitié fut bonne, elle a eu un but et elle l’a atteint, elle t’a éveillé. J’espère qu’elle n’a pas pris fin ; j’espère qu’elle se renouvellera sans cesse et mènera à des buts nouveaux. Pour l’instant aucun n’est en vue. Le tien est incertain, je ne puis ni t’y conduire, ni t’accompagner. Interroge ta mère, interroge son

He killed his senses, he killed his memory, he slipped out of his self into thousands of other forms, was an animal, was carrion, was stone, was wood, was water, and awoke every time to find his old self again, sun shone or moon, was his self again, turned round in the cycle, felt thirst, overcame the thirst, felt new thirst.

Therefore, he had to go out into the world, lose himself to lust and power, to woman and money, had to become a merchant, a dice-gambler, a drinker, and a greedy person, until the priest and Samana in him was dead. Therefore, he had to continue bearing these ugly years, bearing the disgust, the teachings, the pointlessness of a dreary and wasted

Too much knowledge had been holding him back, too many holy verses, sacrificial rules, self-castigation, and striving for this goal! He had always been full of arrogance, the most intelligent, the most zealous worker, one step ahead of the others, the knowing and spiritual one, the priest or the wise one. His self had retreated into this arrogance,

Lü Bu We’s Spring and Autumn:

"Surely," Siddhartha laughed, "surely I have travelled for my amusement. For what else? I have gotten to know people and places, I have received kindness and trust, I have found friendship. Look, my dear, if I had been Kamaswami, I would have travelled back, being annoyed and in a hurry, as soon as I had seen that my purchase had been rendered