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Erg leuk tot nu toe, ik houd van Hermann Hesse!

Apparently the young Hermann Hesse had an explicit interest in the German Romantics, too… Even when I’m not working on them, I unwittingly come to circle back to them. Even if only ever so momentarily.

I do wonder what would have flowed from my pen had I sat down and written at age 24, like Hesse has done here.

Without considering my own capacity just yet, I feel like it would have been infinitely less interesting with our times’ cultural bagage of incessant, dissonant noise through traditional and social media outlets. After all, in Hesse’s times, one would’ve had less distraction reading Dante than we do.

Realistically, it is only carnal connection that can be lost, if consists of repeated separation and connection. Emotional and spiritual connections are never lost once they have been welded.

This story was a mystification of the advent, climax, realisation and farewell of that first, intense, true love. But not of its loss; it may never have been consummated carnally, but it was consummated emotionally, if not spiritually, and therefore never lost.

I find so much solace in this man’s work. It always brings me back to me, the home in myself.

Just what I need in periods of not knowing what the fuck to do with my life, or where the fuck it is going.

A strong sense of recognition through Hesse’s work.

Woe be the day when I’ve finished the last of his books!

Eh, by that time I’ll probably be able to read them all again in the original German. I have seen this Sämtliche Werke-Ausgabe in a local bookstore…