“…I have taken thousands of people across and to all of them my river has been nothing but a hindrance on their journey. They have travelled for money, business, to weddings and on pilgrimages; the river has been in their way and the ferryman [I, Vasudeva] was there to take them quickly across the obstacle. However, amongst the thousands there have been a few, four or five, to whom the river was not an obstacle. They have heard its voice and listened to it, and the river has become holy to them, as it has to me.”
Siddhartha once asked him [Vasudeva], Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?”
…”Yes, Siddhartha,” he said. “Is this what you mean? That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere, and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?”
“That is it,” said Siddhartha, “and when I learned that, I reviewed my life and it was also a river, and Siddhartha the boy, Siddhartha the mature man and Siddhartha the old man were only separated by shadows, not through reality. Siddhartha’s previous lives were also not in the past, and his death and his return to Brahma are not in the future. Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence.”
…Was then not all sorrow in time, all self-torment and fear in time? Were not all difficulties and evil in the world conquered as soon as one conquered time, as soon as one dispelled time?
Sharing passages, today, from Herman Hesse’s, Siddhartha — an interpretation of the early life of the Buddha.
Hesse, Hermann. “The Ferryman.” Siddhartha. Cutchogue, New York: Buccaneer, n.d. N. pag. Print.