If the chick is not able to break the shell of his egg, he will die without being born. We are - chick. The world - is our egg. If we do not break th… - Hermann Hesse

Your soul is the whole world.

It appears to be an inborn and imperative need of all men to regard the self as a unit. However often and however grievously this illusion is shattered, it always mends again. The judge who sits over the murderer and looks into his face, and at one moment recognizes all the emotions and potentialities and possibilities of the murderer in his own soul and hears the murderer’s voice as his own, is at the next moment one and indivisible as the judge, and scuttles back into the shell of his cultivated self and does his duty and condemns the murderer to death. And if ever the suspicion of their manifold being dawns upon men of unusual powers and of unusually delicate perceptions, so that, as all genius must, they break through the illusion of the unity of the personality and perceive that the self is made up of a bundle of selves, they have only to say so and at once the majority puts them under lock and key, calls science to aid, establishes schizomania and protects humanity from the necessity of hearing the cry of truth from the lips of these unfortunate persons.

الحديقة ينقصها الشذا و الغابة تفقد جاذبيتها. و بدا العالم من حولي كبيع التصفيه لبضائع مستعمله من العام الماضي. باهتاً خالياً من أي فتنه, الكتب ركام من الورق, و الموسيقى صخب من الصرير. هكذا تتساقط الأوراق عن الشجره في الخريف, الشجره لا تشعر بالمطر المتساقط على جوانبها و لا بالشمس أو الصقيع و لا بالحياه المتسربه تدريجياً إلى داخلها, الشجره لا تموت, إنها تنتظر

Each man had only one genuine vocation — to find the way to himself