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Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and try again. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself.
Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.
The egg is the world.
Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God’s name is Abraxas. Don’t ask first whether it’s permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god.
You will ruin yourself if you do that. Others sense their own laws within them. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.
My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and hesd, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Demian – Wikipedia
Why was that so very difficult? Only the ideas we actually live are of any value. You’ve simply got to get rid of it, if you want to turn into someone decent. You understand that, don’t you?
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And instead of merely winning a woman he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and sparkled with joy in his soul.
He had loved and had found himself. But most people love to lose themselves. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.
Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn’t. I have always found moralizing intolerable. We had awoken, or were awakening, and we were striving for an ever perfect state of wakefulness, whereas the ambition and quest for happiness of the others consisted of linking their opinions, ideals, and duties, their life and happiness, ever more closely with those of the herd.
They, too, strove; they, too showed signs of strength and greatness. But as we saw it, whereas we marked men represented Nature’s determination to create something new, individual, and forward-looking, the others lived in the determination to stay the same.
For them mankind–which they loved as much as we did–was a fully formed entity that had to be preserved and protected. For us mankind was a distant future toward which we were all journeying, whose aspect no one knew, whose laws weren’t written down anywhere.
It’s possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard. No one succeeds in this once he has begun to think. My story is not intended for them.
I am telling it to those who have a better knowledge of man. The adult who has learned to translate a part of his feelings into thoughts notices the absence of these thoughts in a child, and therefore comes to believe that the child lacks these experiences, too. Yet rarely in my life have I felt and suffered as deeply as at that time. You can be happy that way. But once you know the other interpretation you no longer have the choice of following the crowd.
Sinclair, the majority’s path is an easy one, ours is difficult. It was my own affair to come to terms with myself and to find my own way, and like most well-brought-up children, I managed it femijan. Everyone goes through this crisis. For the average person this is the point when the demands of his own life come into the sharpest conflict with his environment, when the way forward has demian be sought with the bitterest means at his command.
Many people experience the dying and rebirth – which is our fate – only this once during their entire life. Their childhood becomes hollow and gradually collapses, hermwn they love abandons them and they suddenly feel surrounded by the loneliness and mortal cold of the universe. Very many are caught forever in this impasse, and for the rest of their lives cling painfully to an irrevocable past, the dream of the lost paradise – which is the worst and most ruthless of dreams.
Every god and devil that ever existed, be dwmijan among the Greeks, Chinese, hermaan Zulus, are within us, exist as latent possibilities, as wishes, as alternatives. If the human race were to vanish from the face of the earth save for one halfway talented heeman that had received no education, this child would rediscover the entire course of evolution, it would be capable of producing everything once more, gods and demons, paradises, commandments, the Old and New Testament.
Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable herrman dying for one. I mean the business with the two thieves. The three crosses standing next to each other on the hill are almost impressive, to be sure.
But now comes this sentimental little treatise about the good thief. At first he was a thorough scoundrel, had committed all those awful things and God knows what else, and now he dissolves in tears and celebrates such a tearful feast of self-improvement and remorse! He has character, and people with character tend to receive the short end of the stick in biblical stories.
Until now I had felt completely at home in the story of the Crucifixion.
Now I saw for the first time with how little individuality, with how little power of imagination I had listened to it and read it. No, one could not make light of everything, especially not of the most Sacred matters.
As usual he noticed my resistance even before I had said anything. But I have to tell you something: The point is that this God of both Old and New Testaments is certainly an extraordinary figure but not what he purports to represent. He is all that is good, noble, fatherly, beautiful, elevated, sentimental—true!
But the world consists of something else besides. And what is left over is ascribed to the devil, this entire slice of world, this entire half is hushed up. I have no objection to worshiping this God Jehovah, far from it. But I mean we ought to consider everything sacred, the entire world, not merely this artificially separated half!
Bese alongside the divine service we should also have a service for the devil. I feel that would be right. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.