I have an invisible mark on me, like Cain, that indicates that I’m a seeker. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
We all share the same origin, our mothers; all of us come in at the same door. But each of us—experiments of the depths—strive toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone
(Demian - Hermann Hesse)
tribute to “Primavera di Botticelli”