Dinesh

Dinesh

Posted on 06/08/2013


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In his novel “Siddhartha,” Hermann Hesse tells the story of a young man in ancient India, a disciple of an inspired teacher, who sets out to find the reality beneath the world of appearance. After years of study and wandering, Siddhartha becomes a ferryman, leaning from his predecessor how to listen to the voices in the passing river. One day a childhood friend named Govinda comes to the river. Siddhartha and Govinda have a long conversation about the interdependence of illusion and truth, about the existence of the past and future in the present, about the need not just to think about the world but to love it. Finally Govinda asks Siddhartha how the has achieved such peace in his life. Siddhartha replied, “Kiss me on the forehead, Govinda.” Govinda is surprised by the request, but out of respect for his friend he complies. When he touches Siddhartha’s forehead with his lips, he has a wondrous vision”

He no longer saw the face of his friend Siddhartha. Instead he saw other faces, many faces, a long series a continuous stream of faces – hundreds, thousands, which all came and disappeared and yet all seemed to be there at the same time, which all continually changed and renewed themselves and which were all yet Siddhartha. … He saw the face of a murderer,…. He saw the naked bodies of men and women in the postures and transports of passionate love… Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face; only time stood between one face and another. (Excerpt from Page 238)

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