"You have found the gap between the single and Eternal worlds," Coelho nodded gravely. "For if I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together, then who is the Walrus?" "But I must be on my way," Siddhartha said. "You are a man of Peace," Govinda whispered. "Perhaps Paulo Coelho the Illustrious Buddha can help with your divine quest." The two New Seekers left the forest, full of hope they could teach the world to sing, and made their way to Coelho's yurt.Ĭoelho sat, smiling and inscrutable, as he preached the teachings of the here and now and the now and then. "Truly, you are too deep for these Samanas losers," Govinda replied. "No matter how far I get away from the Self, I always come back to the Self," he wept. His asceticism was legendary, yet still Atman eluded him.
Whatever that means."įor two thousand years Siddhartha fasted among the Samanas, the sun's fierce rays bleaching his bones.
Siddhartha levitated gently, hovering above Govinda's outstretched hands. "You cannot leave," his father wept, though in his heart of hearts he knew his son had already left, for he was a wise and noble man.
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