The Thirst
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You are Siddhartha, the handsome son of a Brahman. You are loved by everyone—by your father, your mother, and your faithful friend Govinda. You have mastered the Om, you perform the sacrifices perfectly, and the wise men discuss deep philosophy with you in the mango groves.
Yet, as you walk the rosy paths of the fig tree garden, you feel no joy. Your intellect is a vessel that is full, but your soul is empty. The ablutions wash your skin, but they do not wash the thirst from your spirit. You have begun to suspect that your father and the other teachers have already poured their wisdom into you, and it is not enough.
Govinda stands nearby, watching you with adoration. You know he will follow you anywhere.