
โI have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; Iโm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isnโt pleasant, itโs not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.โ
Hermann Hesse