Siddhartha

He wanted the self to die, to no longer be an “I”, to find peace with an empty heart. His goal was to stand open to the wonder of thoughts conceived in self-dissolution. When every shred of his self had been conquered and put to death, when every longing and every inclination of the heart had been silenced, then the Ultimate had to awaken, that which was innermost had to come into being, that which was nothing les

He turned to a skeleton and then to dust, and then he blew into the fields.

It was the self, the purpose and essence of which I sought to learn

Both the thoughts as well as the senses were pretty things, and the ultimate meaning was hidden behind both of them. Both had to be listened to, both had to be played with, both should be neither scorned nor overestimated; both secret voices of the innermost truth had to be clearly perceived

was the self from which I sought freedom and that I wanted to overcome.

salvation from suffering

Whether it may be good or bad, whether living according to it would be suffering or joy, may re

Opinions are insubstantial: they may be beautiful or ugly, smart or foolish; everyone can support them or discard them.

Suffering was life, the whole world was full of suffering, but salvation

one’s being, it’s a brief escape out of the agony of self-existence, it’s a momentary anesthetic against the pain and meaninglessness of life.