When Vasudeva sat with Siddhartha as they listened to the river, Siddhartha heard everything jumbled into one. It turned out that the one word was Om, meaning perfection. This told Siddhartha that there was perfection in everything, good and bad in everything, or just a different side to things. Like on page 135, when Siddhartha says, "He could no longer distinguish the different voices-the merry voice from the weeping voice, the childish voice from the manly voice."
I feel as if Siddhartha has reached Nirvana. He has lost his Self into the big picture of things. Witnessing all these things makes me feel hopeful for other people out there searching for Nirvana.
1 comment:
I agree with you, he reached Nirvana. Good job on your blog!! :>
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