Siddhartha stayed.
He held it to Govinda’s eyes. “Every form is its own secret. Every face is the face of the Absolute. The world, Govinda, is not imperfect, or on a slow path to perfection. It is perfect at every moment. Sin already carries grace within it. Death already carries the seed of new life.” siddhartha hermann hesse
Siddhartha only smiled. He bent down and picked up a common river-stone, grey and wet. Siddhartha stayed
“Look,” he said. “This stone is a stone. But it is also an animal. It is also a god. It is also a Buddha. I do not love it because it will one day become something else. I love it because it is a stone. Because it appears to me, at this moment, just as a stone.” Every face is the face of the Absolute