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.
~ Hermann Hesse
from Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth
art by Van Gogh
with thanks to whiskey river
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