![]() The more I look at a thing, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I want to see. I have tried this experiment a thousand times and I have never been disappointed. I have a theory that the moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. Myself and I, long parted, clasping and married till death. Long mornings of sacred communion, and twilights of talk, Solemn marriage and deep: midnights of thought to be: So I swore I would be myself (there by the ocean)Īnd I swore I would cease to neglect myself, but would take myself as my mate, I was dipping behind all surfaces, piercing cities and people,Īnd entering in and possessing them, more than a brother, Then I knew the depths of myself were the depths of space.Īnd all living beings were of those depths (my brothers and sisters)Īnd that by going inward and away from duties, cities, street-cars and greetings, Then I found myself, all here in the body and brain, and all there on the shore:Ĭontent to be myself: free, and strong, and enlarged: The sun followed me, casting golden snares on the tide,Īnd the ocean-masses of molten surfaces, faintly gray-blue-sang to my heart… Once I freed myself of my duties to tasks and people and went down to the cleansing sea… The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.Īll of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone. When you teach your child, you teach your child’s child. We’ve been using them not because we needed them but because we had them. Until we have begun to go without them, we fail to realize how unnecessary many things are. In 1946, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature. ![]() His best-known works include Demian, Steppenwolf, Siddhartha, and The Glass Bead Game, each of which explores an individual’s search for authenticity, self-knowledge and spirituality. (Note: Hermann Karl Hesse was a German-Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours. My life has been full of terrible misfortunes, most of which never happened. Sometimes it is a good choice not to choose at all. Though we may be learned by another’s knowledge, we can never be wise but by our own experience. ( Kwangali – Namibia, v ) – To walk on tiptoes across hot desert sand ( Latin, n ) – A place into which you can disappear a hiding place No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment. O how I laugh when I think of my vague, indefinite riches. Attend to your inner health and happiness.
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