Monday, September 3, 2012

I have no right to call myself one who knows. 
I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; 
I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. 
My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; 
it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, 
like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

herman hesse -Demian

mochbroetchen by moven

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