« Listen to me again for a moment, I would like to talk to you about my mother, tell you how she holds her fingers round my heart. For a long time, it is my most important desire and my most mysterious dream to create her image, it was the most sacred of faces, I constantly carried it in me : a strange vision of love. A while ago, I thought it would be impossible to think that if I should die without having set her features, my life would have been worthless. And now, see this strange turn of events that have taken over, instead of my hands that sculpt and model her features, it is she who kneads and shapes me. »
Hermann HESSE taken from Narcissus and Goldmund
Hermann HESSE taken from Narcissus and Goldmund