The Son
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- I won’t pressure him, he isn’t accustomed to this surroundings. I will wait for him to understand me, he will accept my love, and maybe reciprocate it.
- You are tormenting yourself. Your son is giving you worries, and also to me. He is used to adifferentlife. He didn’t run away from riches like you did.
- Give him time. I shall capture his heart with love and patience
- Siddharta ordered his son to gather brushwood:
- Get your own brushwood, I’m not your servant! I know you are trying to punish me with your kindness, you want me to become like you! I hate you!
- Siddharta’s son disappeared with the woven basket and their boat
- I need to follow him. A child cannot walk through a forest. We must build a raft.
- We shall build a raft, to recover our boat. You should let him go, he is no longer a child. I can see you suffering.
- I see young Kamala and a young myself in this place. I see the dice player, the musicians, the banquets, the servants, Kamala’s songbird in its cage.
- Siddharta finally realized he loved someone. How love felt
- This was all a foolish longing that drove me here. I feel something dying in my heart, emptiness, there is no more joy, no further goal.
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