Siddhartha is a German novel by Hermann Hesse, This book tells us the story of Siddharthas quest for spiritual illumination, This book will spiritually enlighten you and teach you to identify love and love the world with certitude.
“Gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.What is the meaning of life I don't know, and you're not going to find the answer in this book, although I've read some reviews of readers who claim it changed their lives, so there you go.
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Has it ever happened to you that you are standing, facing a magnificent, breathtaking view, in solitude, and a strong wind hits you in the face You try to stay still, with eyes closed and then an involuntary smile comes across your face This book was like that.
سومین کتابی بود که از هسه میخوندم.
کتاب اول دمیان بود سختخوان و کمی سرد دوستش نداشتم در زمان خواندنش.
کتاب دوم داستان دوست من بود ادبیات به نسبت روانی داشت ولی مثل دمیان سرد بود! نمیشد خوب ارتباط برقرار کرد با دنیاش.
و حالا کتاب سوم سیدارتها
قبل از اینکه برم سراغش تعاریف زیادی شنیده بودم ازش حتی از منابع غیرفارسی هم بارها بهم توصیه شده بود.
با انتظارات یک شاهکار رفتم سمتش ولی خب نشد برای من اونطور که باید نبود. چرا که تمام عقاید و چارچوبهای فلسفی ذهن من در باب زندگی در باب عشق و لذت بردن از عمر بطور کامل با این کتاب در تضاد بود!
صفحه به صفحه و سطر به سطر کتاب رو عذاب کشیدم از حسی که به متنش داشتم!
من نه عقاید برهمنی برام قابل درک بود نه افکار شمنی!
نه از مرتاضها دل خوشی دارم نه به بودیسم علاقمندم!
و معتقدم در زندگی همونقدر که به دنبال کشف من واقعی خودمون هستیم باید از امیال و لذات دنیوی هم استفاده کرده و بهره ببریم!
درویش صفتی و برهمنی و شمنی و بودیسم و سلوک و آزار به جسم و چشمپوشی از لذات دنیوی و قهر با شهوت جنسی و بیمیلی به ثروت و بیتوجهی به بدن و غیره که در این کتاب در موردشون بسیار صحبت شده باب میل من و موازی با خط فکری من
نیست!
نکته بعدی هسه خیلی سخت مینویسه! هر صد صفحه از کتاباش به اندازه دویست صفحه از کتابای دیگه پتانسیل و انرژی میبره!
حالا این سختنویسی رو ترکیب کنید با ترجمه سروش حبیبی! چه شود!
خیلی شاعرانه ترجمه شده کتاب به حدی که دلو میزنه!
نمیگم زیبا نیست زیباست انصافا جملات و صفحاتی در کتاب بود که شاید مثلش رو توی آثار دیگهای نخونده بودم اما دیگه خیلی شاعرانه بود خیلی جملات غیرعامیانه داشت خیلی اذیت شدم!
یا شاید هم سواد کافی برای درک عظمت کتاب و زیبایی نثرش رو نداشتم! :
احساس میکنم هرکسی این نوشته رو بخونه کلا منو بلاک کنه! چون تقریبا تمام نقدهای این کتاب ازش تعریف کردن! :
اما باور کنید تا جایی که تونستم ارفاق کردم! میتونستم با بیانی تندتر بنویسم و بیشتر بتوپم! :
سرتونو درد نیارم نه هسه نویسندهی منه نه سیدارتها کتاب منه و نه سروش حیبی مترجم منه!
من مال این دنیا نیستم! :
متاسفانه دو کتاب دیگه از هسه دارم که چون پول دادم طبیعتا مجبورم بخونمشون! :
توصیه میکنم به حرفهای من بیسواد اکتفا نکنید نظرات سایر دوستان رو هم بخونید و خودتون کتاب رو ارزیابی کنید.
من ولی خوشم نیومد! دو ستاره بهش میدم Hesse never really made the grade with this one in my young mind, I read it in, and found it compounded my youthful confusion, Simply put, it conflicted jarringly with an insight I had been blessed or cursed with three years earlier.
That insight was that the purity of Being is insulted by our widespread profligacy,
Call it ontological if you prefer, but following Heidegger I saw the Crown of Being as the very germ and goal of a spiritual quest.
Stephane Mallarme spins an imaginative simile for this effect: calling it “le cristal par le monstre insulte.
” Ive always found that metaphor apropos, because it clearly reifies the feeling as a concrete image,
There are two ways to embark on a quest: following the Eastern path, or stepping in line with the Western mystical canons.
The Eastern path, at least in modern times, is a way of peaceful meditation, It was not always so, but we moderns have relaxed our world views and our ideals, The Western way is similar nowadays, though traditionally we were made of sterner stuff,
In Hesses time the Eastern Way promised the lure of romantic exoticism, But by the time he wrote Siddhartha, he lived in an existential fire pit of despair, He needed its peace as well,
So in modern times the image of religion has been pasteurized, sanitized and commercialized, Kids see very little promise in it, let alone a way out of their inner storms, This is the uncomfortable legacy we have bequeathed to them, and it makes me squirm,
But for me, fifty years ago, founded in learning and philosophy, it was the Quest for Being amidst its opposing indecent insult by the world.
The real outside world offered no help, So I took my struggle within,
Now, a full half century later Ive found rest for my soul,
And no it bears no resemblance to Siddharthas ceaseless though romanticized flux,
No.
Its the quiet, concrete simplicity of an everyday life, Most religions know of it as "Enlightenment" when the individual transcends himself and sees himself as one with the ultimate reality.
It can be theistic the Aham Brahma Asmi "I am the Brahman" or Tat Tvam Asi "Thou Art That" of Hinduism or atheistic the Buddhist Nirvana, based on the Anatman "nonsoul" but the person who achieves it, according to all sources, is caught up in profound rapture.
To reach this stage, one has to tread an arduous path, Carl Gustav Jung called the process "individuation": Joseph Campbell called it "the hero's journey", Herman Hesse's eponymous protagonist of Siddhartha is a man who embarks on this enterprise,
Siddhartha, the handsome Brahmin youth who apparently has everything, is dissatisfied with life: with the whole pointlessness of it.
He leaves home with his friend Govinda and joins a group of ascetics the Samanas who have made renunciation a way of life.
However, the true seeker he is, Siddhartha finds that simple renunciation does not work for him: he joins the Buddha in pursuit of enlightenment.
However, he soon understands that whatever knowledge he must possess, must be experiential,
Leaving Govinda to become a Buddhist ascetic, Siddhartha buries himself in the sensual world across the river, where Kamala the courtesan trains him up in the pleasures of the flesh and Kamaswami the merchant instructs him in the secrets of commerce.
Siddhartha soon tires of these too: he returns to the river in penury not knowing that his child is growing within Kamala, and is taken up by the aged boatman Vasudeva as a helper.
Here, ferrying people across the river, Siddhartha finally attains enlightenment not from a great teacher, not from years of penanace and not even from the kindly Vasudeva even though he points the way but from the river.
Kamala's death and his son's abandonment of the stranger father completes his education, as distress turns to peace.
Then it's time for Vasudeva, the mentor, to disappear leaving his student alone with the river,
What the river told Siddhartha
The river flows, and becomes one with the ocean.
The vapour from the ocean form into clouds, and descend on the mountains, becoming the river, The river keeps on flowing: it is inconstant, everrenewing, never the same yet it is eternal, The river flows, and the river is, On its surface, you can see the faces of all your loved ones: whether alive, dead or yet to be born.
In the roar of the river, if you listen carefully, you can hear the sacred AUM the first syllable outward, the second one inward, the third one silence.
. . and the fourth one, the all encompassing silence which bears the sound of the cosmic ocean in its womb.
Highly recommended. .