A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing re… - Hermann Hesse

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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.