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Based solely on the provided passages, key concepts from *Siddhartha* include the limitations of words and teachings, the unity of opposites, and the perfection of the present moment.
Siddhartha explains that words distort meaning; "everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words" [2]. He cannot love words because they "have nothing but words," lacking the tangible qualities of things like a stone or tree [2]. Consequently, any truth expressed in words is "one-sided" and lacks "completeness, roundness, oneness" [3]. The opposite of every truth is also true, as the world is never entirely Sansara or Nirvana [3].
The world is "perfect in every moment," with all sin already carrying divine forgiveness and all infants already containing death [4]. Siddhartha sees everything as good, accepting death like life and sin like holiness [4]. He values the ability to "think," "wait," and "fast" [1], and learns from the river, which is "always at all times the same and yet new in every moment" [5]. The passages do not provide a systematic list of all key concepts, but these are the central ideas presented.
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estitute.” “But what are you planning to live of, being without possessions?” “I haven’t thought of this yet, sir. For more than three years, I have been without possessions, and have never thought about of what I should live.” “So you’ve lived of the possessions of others.” “Presumable this is how it is. After all, a merchant also lives of what other people own.” “Well said. But he wouldn’t take anything from another person for nothing; he would give his merchandise in return.” “So it seems to be indeed. Everyone takes, everyone gives, such is life.” “But if you…
nd this is the very fact which I like and regard as wonderful and worthy of worship.—But let me speak no more of this. The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly—yes, and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this, that this what is one man’s treasure and wisdom always sounds like foolishness to another person.” Govinda listened silently. “Why have you told me this about the stone?” he asked hesitantly after a pause. “I did it without…
it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught. This was what I, even as a young man, sometimes suspected, what has driven me away from the teachers. I have found a thought, Govinda, which you’ll again regard as a joke or foolishness, but which is my best thought. It says: The opposite of every truth is just as true! That’s like this: any truth can only be expressed and put into words when it is one-sided. Everything is one-sided which can be thought with thoughts and said with words, it’s all one-sided, all just…
ou have to worship in him, in you, in everyone the Buddha which is coming into being, the possible, the hidden Buddha. The world, my friend Govinda, is not imperfect, or on a slow path towards perfection: no, it is perfect in every moment, all sin already carries the divine forgiveness in itself, all small children already have the old person in themselves, all infants already have death, all dying people the eternal life. It is not possible for any person to see how far another one has already progressed on his path; in the robber and dice-gambler, the Buddha is waiting; in…
a new life, which had now grown old and is dead—my present path, my present new life, shall also take its start there! Tenderly, he looked into the rushing water, into the transparent green, into the crystal lines of its drawing, so rich in secrets. Bright pearls he saw rising from the deep, quiet bubbles of air floating on the reflecting surface, the blue of the sky being depicted in it. With a thousand eyes, the river looked at him, with green ones, with white ones, with crystal ones, with sky-blue ones. How did he love this water, how did it delight him, how grateful was he to it!…