What is the world doing? Have new gods been discovered, new laws, new freedoms? Who cares! But up here a primrose is blossoming and bearing silver fuzz on its leaves, and the light sweet wind is singing below me in the poplars, and between my eyes and heaven a dark golden bee is hovering and humming-I care about that. It is humming the song of happiness, humming the song of eternity. Its song is my history of the world.
( Hermann Hesse )
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