'The many-voiced song of the river echoed softly;
Siddhartha tried to listen better...the river's voice
was full of longing, full of smarting woe, full of
insatiable desire. The river flowed on towards its goal.
He had often heard all this before, all these numerous
voices in the river, but today they sounded different.
They were all interwoven and interlocked, entwined in a
thousand ways...then the great song of a thousand voices
consisted of one word: - perfection.'
- Herman Hesse, Siddharta 1922