I just close Siddhartha. I read it all in one, I who usually read so slowly. I have not looked up, I have not eaten, I fasted. I swallowed everything in feelings, and I felt in all emerged in tears, tears in tonnes. Too good, too powerful, too deep, too inspired. What catharsis! Especially this beautiful friendship between Siddhartha 2 times (Govinda and setter) and love 2 times (in Kamala and her son) he loses all 4. I can not stand strong emotions: a friend committed suicide and now all my trouble is out, my childhood, my suffering and despair are brought to the surface, I was not expecting it, just came out today in tears flows. Paid into the river. A river speaks. I was so well understood by the ferryman of water, by proxy. He listens with her heart, devoting his attention to me 100%, it includes everything one can tell him everything, whether Siddhartha or me. I grabbed the rod which was stretched me, I could not do otherwise, I drowned myself in tears River. Vasudeva rescued me.
Dear reader, if you ever happen insurmountable sadness, think of him, the water boatman, will entrust your sorrow, he will comfort you better than anyone. Your heart will be healed as no one can.
