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Autor: Hermann Hesse
Siddhartha je alegorická novela, která vypráví příběh Inda Siddharthy, syna Brahmana, který se snaží dojít k osvícení.
Pokud patříte mezi většinu Čechů a jste ateisti, nebojte se, že by to bylo nějak náboženské dílo. Není tu skoro žádný důraz na bohy (ačkoliv se tu a tam o nich mluví), ale spíš se dílo zaměřuje na vnitro člověka, což je i mně osobně bližší.
Siddhartha v knize prochází několika etapami. Nejdříve se zřekne bráhmanského života a stane se z něj Samana, potká se s Buddhou a zakusí i život bohatého obchodníka a milovníka krásné kurtizány. Nechci ale prozrazovat celý děj.
Začátek je pomalejší a trošku složitější na pochopení (nevěděl jsem třeba, kdo je Brahman nebo Samana), ale od rozhovoru s Buddhou se kniha neskutečně rozjede a mnou zvýrazněných pasáží začalo pořádně přibývat.
Siddharthovi jsem původně nechtěl dávat takhle vysoké hodnocení, jelikož si nemyslím, že jsem vstřebal vše, co mi kniha měla říct, ale právě kvůli tomu jsem nakonec tu čtyřku dal. Tuším totiž, že až po ni po čase znova šáhnu, přinese mi zase trochu něco jiného.
Jinak, kde si myslíte, že jsem o knize slyšel poprvé?
Jop, zase ten zpropadený Tim Ferriss. 😊
„I have not doubted for a single moment that you are Buddha, that you have reached the goal, the highest goal towards which so many thousands of Brahmans and sons of Brahmans are on their way. You have found salvation from death. It has come to you in the course of your own search, on your own path, through thoughts, through meditation, through realizations, through enlightenment. It has not come to you by means of teachings! And—thus is my thought, oh exalted one,—nobody will obtain salvation by means of teachings! You will not be able to convey and say to anybody, oh venerable one, in words and through teachings what has happened to you in the hour of enlightenment!“
„When someone reads a text, wants to discover its meaning, he will not scorn the symbols and letters and call them deceptions, coincidence, and worthless hull, but he will read them, he will study and love them, letter by letter. But I, who wanted to read the book of the world and the book of my own being, I have, for the sake of a meaning I had anticipated before I read, scorned the symbols and letters, I called the visible world a deception, called my eyes and my tongue coincidental and worthless forms without substance.“
What might you be able to do?“
„I can think. I can wait. I can fast.“
„Well yes,“ she admitted. „But where would you be without me? What would you be, if Kamala wasn’t helping you?“
„Dear Kamala,“ said Siddhartha and straightened up to his full height, „when I came to you into your grove, I did the first step. It was my resolution to learn love from this most beautiful woman. From that moment on when I had made this resolution, I also knew that I would carry it out.“
This is how it is when Siddhartha has a goal, a resolution. Siddhartha does nothing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things of the world like a rock through water, without doing anything, without stirring; he is drawn, he lets himself fall. His goal attracts him, because he doesn’t let anything enter his soul which might oppose the goal.
„Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.“
„And what’s the use of that? For example, the fasting—what is it good for?“ „It is very good, sir. When a person has nothing to eat, fasting is the smartest thing he could do. When, for example, Siddhartha hadn’t learned to fast, he would have to accept any kind of service before this day is up, whether it may be with you or wherever, because hunger would force him to do so. But like this, Siddhartha can wait calmly, he knows no impatience, he knows no emergency, for a long time he can allow hunger to besiege him and can laugh about it. This, sir, is what fasting is good for.“
He handed him a piece of paper and a pen, and Siddhartha wrote and returned the paper. Kamaswami read: „Writing is good, thinking is better. Being smart is good, being patient is better.“
She taught him, that lovers must not part from one another after celebrating love, without one admiring the other, without being just as defeated as they have been victorious, so that with none of them should start feeling fed up or bored and get that evil feeling of having abused or having been abused.
He always seems to be merely playing with out business-affairs, they never fully become a part of him, they never rule over him, he is never afraid of failure, he is never upset by a loss.“
When he made a profit, he accepted it with equanimity; when he made losses, he laughed and said: „Well, look at this, so this one turned out badly!“
He saw mankind going through life in a childlike or animallike manner, which he loved and also despised at the same time. He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured, he saw them scolding and insulting each other, he saw them complaining about pain at which a Samana would only smile, and suffering because of deprivations which a Samana would not feel.
He did not treat the rich foreign merchant any different than the servant who shaved him and the street-vendor whom he let cheat him out of some small change when buying bananas.
He gave advice, he pitied, he made gifts, he let them cheat him a bit, and this entire game and the passion with which all people played this game occupied his thoughts just as much as the gods and Brahmans used to occupy them.
„Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaf, which is blown and is turning around through the air, and wavers, and tumbles to the ground. But others, a few, are like stars, they go on a fixed course, no wind reaches them, in themselves they have their law and their course.“
„When someone is searching,“ said Siddhartha, „then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.
… wisdom cannot be passed on. Wisdom which a wise man tries to pass on to someone always sounds like foolishness.“
Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught.