Rainer Maria Rilke: There are lives that do not pass—they drift, like river mist among the valleys of the soul. Hermann’s was one such life.He was not merely a man of letters, but a man who listened. To the forest, to the ache behind beauty, to the contradictions within his own being.As a child, he stood between the pew and the trees. As a man, he stood between … [Read more...] about Hermann Hesse’s Quietest Moments – Holding the Unspoken Pain