philosophie.

Siddhartha

I just finished reading “Siddhartha” by Hermann Hesse.

It is a book that speaks of Buddhist spirituality, but in a very representative German kind of existential way – to me at least.

It speaks of the teaching of benevolence, kindness, sympathy, etc., but of no love; for love binds everything and does not lead one to be free. But how can that be? How can humans live without love? Even though it can hurt us so much, it can agonize us so much, it can break us into piece, but shouldn’t we have the courage to fight through for love instead of drifting away into the loftiness of places without any human contact?

Many things I agree, yet I disagree.

Then again, I thought and wondered, if I hadn’t come out from China at the age of 13, what would I think about the world?

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Everything that is thought and expressed in words is one-sided, only half the truth; it all lacks totality, completeness, unity.