You shall make it utterably Swift because I am inexorable, unyielding, and relentlessly
I feel you like a swift breeze across my brow, made apparent only through the
Perspiration of my effort under intent.
I do naught but believe that I will not go against myself.
I submit. I am love.
Tolle lege. Anon, anon.
You see Eve, and/or Lilith.
But I’m Helen Estelle and Alice Ladder
I went back to the Forest to transform.
Upon leaving, I found myself and there she was unrecognized but not yet unrecognizable.
…”the ice drove down the streams, and the violets thrust up through the earth, scenting the air where leaves had rotted, and Goldmund trudged again through the pied seasons, his senses drinking their fill…and sitting to rest in the cool of many evenings, sad at heart under lighted windows, where far off, in a gleam of candle- light, there shimmered clear, remote and unobtainable, all that the night can show to vagrants of this worlds comfort, happiness, and peace.”
Black, James Joseph, Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon. 1990. Honors Theses. Paper 232.
Example par excellence of H. Hesse’s ability to catalyze catharsis with simple words.
[sic. It has been suggested that] once upon a time there was a man with a Name.
And then there was Jack.
Whatever he was
Nowadays, it bears iterating that this was back when we all lived in the Forest.
Jack remains a clever fox.
But, many moons ago, Tom was beheld by his kin and upon being seen by them, thus became beholden onto them.
Good thing Jack was a swift fox. Jack loved Freedom & Tom loved the shape of the fox.
It was thus that we came to know Tom by the mythical stele of The green knight Parsifal.
In his Honor Thesis, James Joseph Black wrote, “the young have read little and compared less. Stringency is not their forte.”
Black, James Joseph, “Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon” (1990). Honors Theses. Paper 232
The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream