Friday, 4 March 2011


I, who wished to read the book of the world and the book of my own nature, did presume to despise the letters and signs. I called the world of appearances, illusion. I called my eyes and tongue, chance. Now it is over; I have awakened. I have indeed awakened and have only been born today.
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. Chapter 4, pg. 33.