To a Fellow Journeyman on the Golden Road

The fact that you question. That you don't know who you are. Or what you want to, or should be. That you seek. That you don't just accept. That separates you. It makes you special, but not alone. The metaphors I enjoy most for the search are Herman Hesse's: he refers to it as the Journey East or the Golden Road. Hesse has the ability to touch my core - to titillate my soul. He does it in flashes. It is interesting: I don't really enjoy the novel or the story as a whole, but there is language in Siddhartha, Steppenwolf, Narcissus and Goldmund, & The Journey East that I return to often. He is like Emerson in his ability to touch me on an intellectually emotional level. I suspect that you are on the Journey East and that you have had glimpses of the Golden Road. And so you have uncertainties with many aspects of your bourgeois life. And you know that ignorance is not bliss, and are glad that Man was expelled from the Garden.