I have no right to call myself one who knows…

‎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 the 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 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

Ah, Hermann Hesse, one of my favorite authors in the first couple of years of college. I voraciously read all I could get my hands on.

Demian was my favorite novel and I named my first kitty after it.