Siddhartha

I bought a few copies of this book because I love it so much and my opinion will always stay the same because this is like my number one favorite book I read it more times than I can even count lol The words in it are amazing like and can actually picture in my head what Hermann Hesse is trying to explain it so vivid you can actually feel the emotions in this book !!! I have actually laughed out loud and cried while reading it it gives you a connection to another person living a completely different life I feel as though I was actually standing there with him as his knees were shaking I would recommend this book to anybody whos looking to further Enlighten themselves or feel new feelings if youre needing to feel a connection with somebody this is definitely the book for that if youre needing to break away from your own mind in the confines of your everyday life I would definitely say that you should read this book its not hard to read or to understand its broken down into very simple terms and easily understood words I think any kid could actually read this or even understand that if a parent have to read it to them also I think it could be a good family lesson overall I can say this is probably the best book Ive ever read if my review helped you please hit the yes button so that I know I did a really good job

As stated in the headline, it arrived just right. I got this as a gift for a friend and the book came in perfect condition. When I received it, it wasnt bent or dirty. My friend loved it and really enjoyed the book, thinking of purchasing it again for myself.

I plan on reading this book again and again. I will carry these amazing and wise life lessons with me always.

Ive read Hermann Hesses Siddhartha every year in the month of my birth since 1978. Most of those years I read the 1951 New Directions edition. In recent years there have been a dozen other translations of this work, some good and some not as good. This particular translation doesnt tell us who the publisher is, who translated it, or anything else about the publications - take a hint. The problem with this translation is not necessary the translation, it read smoothly enough, however, there are somewhere around a dozen errors in tense, typos, wrong word (through vs. thorough) etc. throughout the text that are more than obvious. I would suggest that if this publisher does a second edition they might want to consider proofreading the text. I do recommend Hesses Siddhartha HIGHLY. I would, however, suggest picking another publisher.

I read Siddartha about 40 years ago along with all of the other books written by Hesse, a number by Kafka, and other existentialist authors. Im so glad I took.the time to read it again. Reading it now, in my sixties, my perspective is findamentally different than it was in my twenties. With Siddartha, Hesse wrote something simultaneously similar to and different from his typical fare. He delved into Eastern Mysticism and my very limited knowledge of Buddhism tells me that he got it right. Siddartha is the story of a young Hindu, a Brahma ftom a high caste family who gives up everything in his search for truth and self. Throughout the book, he uses his knowledge and skills to prosper in whatever venture he might try... be it religion, business, or love. None however fill the void, or answer his question, what is it all about? Finally, it the river that calls to him and brings him the answers he has always sought. Siddartha is a book that can be enjoyed by everyone including those seeking answers themselves.

Siddhartha was a young Brahmin and thirsted for knowledge. Although he learned the art of saying Om and became the epitome of Braham, he was not happy and his curiosity was not satisfied. In order to find his true self, he decided to join Samanas. He became a business man, learned art of sex, became a rich man, lost everything, and became a ferry man. He finally understood that he knows that money is not important from the beginning, but in order to understand it, he has to be a rich man and a business man to experience such nauseated life. For me, Siddhartha is more sacred than Gotama the Buddha.

The book is an amazing manifestation of what it means to really enjoy life. Siddharthas journey of life is a lesson that teaches all of us to enjoy every moment in life. Sometimes its good to go downwards, to sink and seek the depth. Live and love life!

I find myself often bored with books. With no result or meaning to them, but this book I could not put down. As it was relatable and beautiful to read. Every chapter of Siddharthas journey gave insight for anyone to benefit from. I reccomend this book to anyone who would like to reach deeper understanding of the self.

A good book is when the absorber of the read sees reflection of him/herself as in the mirror as it helps to understand one’s soul better, while helping it to grow. I have experienced moments like this while reading Siddhartha. Some of the thoughts expressed here are not the thoughts from the book but rather the thoughts invoked in me by it. First, is the deep philosophical and pragmatic importance of the idea that abilities to “fast, wait and think” are crucial for our inner peace, harmony and ability of one’s soul to find it’s true calling. I am putting abilities of “fasting, waiting and thinking“ in brackets as they have both literal and much deeper and broader meaning to me. It is the idea of inner calmness and equanimity. The ability to take life as it is and to laugh at seeming misfortunes. To play with business affairs without taking them too seriously or without allowing them to rule over you. To be always able to go into a secrete place and a refuge inside oneself, where there is calmness and peace and that anyone of us has capacity to have this place inside ourselves. The peace might allow to learn the art of listening to someone to deeply understand. Listening to understand a completely unknown person, to somebody we know, and very importantly to listen to oneself. The voice of the soul is very timid and one needs to be very attentive in order to hear it’s whisper. The wheel of manifestation can turn fairly quickly but one first needs to hear whisper of the soul which expresses itself with feelings and delicate tender gentle hints. This is the art of paying close attention with quiet heart, with patience and with an open soul devote of passions, wishes, judgement and opinions. My own understanding of the integration of deep insight and wisdom is first to hear, second to understand, then to remember, next to integrate, thereafter to act out and finally to make it part of yourself. Part of it is a potent idea that wisdom can not be passed on. Knowledge can be transferred but not wisdom. Wisdom can not be expressed by words. It should be found and lived. However those who are searching it, may never find it, as their view might be limited by subject of their search. Finding instead of searching is also an art of flowing through the river of live by directing yourself toward the direction of your will however not struggling against the current but rather accepting the ride as it goes and enjoying it. Also accepting that nobody is fully holy or sinful. Neither are many of the actions of the people. Such is the nature of life and what matters is harmony, which is achieved through balance and love. My thoughts might be quit different from what the author of Siddhartha Herman Hess was attempting to deliver. Oh well, the book is like a painting which is never truly finished until it is complete by the observer in his/her soul and mind.

I really love this book so much. The only true way for me to review Siddhartha is to write about how this beautiful book leaves me feeling. Heres what I have gleaned. When we look deeply into something, we are no longer really looking, we are experiencing. It is the experiencing that is us, not us experiencing. We are simply bearers of light bearing the light of awareness. Looking through the veil, through the thin mist of mind, we gaze upon the unseen. In that moment of blissful gaze, there lies eternity. All appearances have their source in pure awareness. At the moment of our birth, we have no mind, no concept of self. Yet we are already complete, before thought or word. We are entirely without possession. Yet everything is in us. Being without the all, we contain the all, the whole universe in us. Just as the cup is the container for water, so life flows from us and is us. Life is, in all its entirety and splendor, occupying our emptiness, filling our cup, our holy grail, and evermore filling. When mind is formed through conditioning of other minds, everyone takes and everyone gives and such is life. It is a game, but the content on which we play this game does not enter our heart because we are already the openness upon which we pretend to be. Look right now, more deeply at the world...and there you will see everything but your face. There is space where your face is. We are looking out from a clear, boundless openness, and it is because of no-face that we pretend there is one, and we create a mask to wear, and we call this mask our being, being a person (and person of course, means persona, a mask). And so we are constantly seeking our true self wearing a mask, not knowing we are already what we are seeking! When we remove the mask, when we stop the game, we see clearly again. Light fills the void. We are the river of life. We see everything stays the same, yet constantly everything is changing and renewing. Everything is flowing...as an aspect of everything else; A tree, a bird, a stone, a cloud... all flowing...all life simply experiencing itself. Enlightenment is simply the art of being. The art of pure awareness. The art of love. There is no I. No face. Only openness, where everything and nothing are one. The cup and the water, though not together, they are one. And in this openness, we are open to all life. The boundless all. The clear state of being awake. The invisible source of being. Inside you and me, there is peace and refuge. The nameless. The faceless. The perfected. It is our home we never left. Robin Craig Clark peliguin.com