“The world was so beautiful when regarded like
this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stars
were beautiful; beautiful were bank and stream, forest and rocks, goat and gold-bug,
flower and butterfly. So lovely, so delightful to go through the world this
way, so like a child, awake, open to what is near, without distrust.” Siddhartha
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