Monday, August 27, 2018

Weary or Wise


Books. How they remind you how to both think and feel.

Running. How it proves that pain is conquerable, that you you can overcome. Sometimes even with ease.

Pantheism. How we are everything. How our boundless joy is just as terrifying as endless sorrow.

If a younger or a wiser man read Siddhartha (Herman Hesse) earlier in life, perhaps he would have sat under a tree and contemplated upon asceticism, Buddhism, critiquing modernity, loquacious living or the misinterpretation of religious teachings. He would have dug deep into the whys with full use of his faculties. Probably getting many things wrong.

Jairus, 37 years, sees himself as the ferryman. He's listening to what other people are saying, he wants to listen to what the river is saying. He's hasn't quite figured it out yet.

I still fancy highlighting some beautiful annotations.I am still fascinated by words, but I don't think I'm any wiser now. But I'm just certainly less tired.


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