“Siddhartha listened. Nothing but listener now, immersed in hearing, entirely empty, taking everything in, absorbing, he felt he had now learned everything there was to learn about listening. He had often heard all these many voices in the river; today it all sounded knew. He could no longer distinguish the many voices, not the gay from the Weeping, not the childish from the manly, they all belong together, lamentation of longing and laughter of the wise, outcry of rage and moaning on the death-bed, everything was one, everything was inter woven and intricately knotted, a thousandfold.”
#SiddharthaSeries #wirehousedaily - from Rashaad Hall!