Tripp Fenderson

incessantly curious

Hello world!

He thought these thoughts, listened with a smile to his stomach, listened gratefully to a buzzing bee. Cheerfully, he looked into the rushing river, never before he had like a water so well as this one, never before he had perceived the voice and the parable of the moving water thus strongly and beautifully. It seemed to him, as if the river had something special to tell him, something he did not know yet, which was still awaiting him. In this river, Siddhartha had intended to drown himself, in it the old, tired, desperate Siddhartha had drowned today. But the new Siddhartha felt a deep love for this rushing water, and decided for himself, not to leave it very soon. (8.49)

Author: Tripp

I'm an incessantly curious anthropologist who likes wet dogs, dirty hands, freshly baked bread, and a decent bottle of wine. I've lived a fantastic life.

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