Mystery
"I had escaped between the mountains and into the soil like a whisper on a soft breath. And though the wind did not pick me up, the fields of wheat washed at my knees."
Authenticity, self-knowledge and sprituality
Everything, it seemed, was built on opposites, on division. No breath could both be in and out, none could be free and yet orderly. Always the one paid for the other, though each was equally essentia l . Narcissus and Golmund ~ Herman Hesse
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