Narcissus and Goldmund by Hermann Hesse
Its spine will stand erect hundreds of years from now: transcending reality, exploring spirituality, and transitioning into whatever form, structure, way of life that may exist then. Hermann Hesse’s Narcissus and Goldmund is emotional, ascetic, and transitory.
It’s about claiming what you are, forsaking it, and learning all those blind spots one often overlooks to finally thread the essence of one’s being. You navigate the story through two different perspectives. The first one encompasses an archaic voice; enlightened, selfless, noble, and infinite. The capacity of which lugs the weight of the second voice’s yearning for truth, meaning, worldly gratifications, and uncertainty. Exploring the depths of a contemplative, detached, and enlightened living. It is likely that the book had a much greater effect on me. My own reading of Narcissus and Goldmund was influenced by Hesse’s conflicted portrayal of conscious awakening; I had just got out of reading Steppenwolf. Perhaps, reading both books back-to-back made it more constructive, courageous, and apprehensive. As you feel the pulse of this book, your most rooted inner voice gets slowly activated. You can finally listen to its rhythm, creating waves that are loud today and languid tomorrow. But it’s real and it matters because that voice is yours. Its language is sentient, soulful, and honest. Echoing your own fear of fears into obscurity.