Siddhartha

Part of being in Tanzania required us to take a long bus, which I am currently still on (15 straight hours and counting). I read Siddhartha on this ride, completely engrossed, so much so that it was hard to read anything else afterwards.

I have lots – lots — I’d like to say, but I’ll be at a Buddhist meditation retreat in a few weeks¹ and this unexpectedly fitting pre-reading may be best discussed afterwards.

One thing I do want to say now: Slaughterhouse Five discusses time with properties similar to the river. I think the fact that a sci-fi antiwar novel holds similarities with Siddhartha is quite beautiful, and also a fact both novels’ viewpoints would approve greatly of.

Footnotes

1. Yeah, I know. Long story, one I’ll tell on the other side of it. ↩