Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

that the Buddha’s treasure and secret was not the teachings, but the ineffable and non-transferable thing that he had experienced in the hour of his enlightenment—it

Everyone can perform magic; everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, to wait, and to fast.”

“There is a path in front of you, you have a destiny, and the gods are awaiting you.”

How I hated myself, deprived myself, poisoned and tortured myself, making myself old and evil! No, I will never again, as I used to like to do so much, delude myself into thinking that Siddhartha is wise!

See here, Govinda, this is one of the thoughts that I’ve found: wisdom cannot be passed on. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to pass on to someone always sounds like foolishness.”

Knowledge can be transferred, but not wisdom. It can be found and lived, and it is possible to be carried by it. Miracles can be performed with it, but it can’t be expressed and taught with words.

Everyone is special and prays to the “Om” in its own way, and each one is Brahman, but at the same time they are just as much a stone, and are oily or juicy, and it is this very fact that I like and regard as wondrous or worthy of worship.

Everyone and everything is praying.