A review by will___to___flower
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

5.0

“They listened. The many-voiced song of the river echoed softly. Siddhartha looked into the river and saw many pictures in the flowing water. He saw his father, lonely, mourning for his son; he saw himself, lonely, also with the bonds of longing for his faraway son; he saw his son, also lonely, the boy eagerly advancing along the burning path of life's desires; each one concentrating on his goal, each one obsessed by his goal, each one suffering. The river's voice was sorrowful. It sang with yearning and sadness, flowing towards its goal.”

Hermann Hesse was ahead of our time. In his thought and in his writing, there is so much peace within me reading this. As if Siddhartha has taught me personally the values of life that many of his teachers have never thought. All things return, eternally.

To live we must suffer, to learn we must suffer.