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when siddhartha left the grove, where the buddha, the perfected one, stayed behind, where govinda stayed behind, then he felt that in this grove his past life also stayed behind and parted from him. he pondered about this sensation, which filled him completely, as he was slowly walking along. he pondered deeply, like diving into a deep water he let himself sink down to the ground of the sensation, down to the place where the causes lie, because to identify the causes, so it seemed to him, is the very essence of thinking, and by this alone sensations turn into realizations and are not lost, but become entities and start to emit like rays of light what is inside of them.
   slowly walking along, siddhartha pondered. he realized that he was no youth any more, but had turned into a man. he realized that one thing had left him, as a snake is left by its old skin, that one thing no longer existed in him, which had accompanied him throughout his youth and used to be a part of him: the wish to have teachers and to listen to teachings. he had also left the last teacher who had appeared on his path, even him, the highest and wisest teacher, the most holy one, buddha, he had left him, had to part with him, was not able to accept his teachings.
   slower, he walked along in his thoughts and asked himself: "but what is this, what you have sought to learn from teachings and from teachers, and what they, who have taught you much, were still unable to teach you?" and he found: "it was the self, the purpose and essence of which i sought to learn. it was the self, i wanted to free myself from, which i sought to overcome. but i was not able to overcome it, could only deceive it, could only flee from it, only hide from it. truly, nothing in this world has kept my thoughts thus busy, as this my very own self, this mystery of me being alive, of me being one and being separated and isolated from all others, of me being siddhartha! and there is nothing in this world i know less about than about me, about siddhartha!"
   having been pondering while slowly walking along, he now stopped as these thoughts caught hold of him, and right away another thought sprang forth from these, a new thought, which was: "that i know nothing about myself, that siddhartha has remained thus alien and unknown to me, stems from one cause, a single cause: i was afraid of myself, i was fleeing from myself! i searched atman, i searched brahman, i was willing to to dissect my self and peel off all of its layers, to find the core of all peels in its unknown interior, the atman, life, the divine part, the ultimate part. but i have lost myself in the process."
   siddhartha opened his eyes and looked around, a smile filled his face and a feeling of awakening from long dreams flowed through him from his head down to his toes. and it was not long before he walked again, walked quickly like a man who knows what he has got to do. "oh," he thought, taking a deep breath, "now i would not let siddhartha escape from me again! no longer, i want to begin my thoughts and my life with atman and with the suffering of the world. i do not want to kill and dissect myself any longer, to find a secret behind the ruins. neither yoga-veda shall teach me anymore, nor atharva-veda, nor the ascetics, nor any kind of teachings. i want to learn from myself, want to be my student, want to get to know myself, the secret of siddhartha."

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