Know Thyself through LITERATURE
Steppenwolf, can you sadly relate? Part I:
The following is from Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse. This novel is what I consider a slow burn. Really well written, relays a definite feeling, but for this particular short book, I found it better to sip than to chug. Historically, I’m a very slow reader, I often reread, or even start over, if I don’t feel like ‘I got it’, or I wasn’t fully paying attention. I also tend towards ‘classics’ which have proven over time to be worthy of getting, so rather than assume a book that I can’t put down isn’t worth it, I soldier on. My point is, I really like Steppenwolf in doses, therefore I’m offering my selections, perspective, questions, and suggested contemplations to you likewise in doses, at least a triumvirate.
The forgotten years of my youth came back to me. How I used to love the dark, sad evenings of late autumn and winter, how eagerly I imbibed their moods of loneliness and melancholy when wrapped in my cloak I strode for half the night through rain and storm, through the leafless winter landscape, lonely enough then too, but full of deep joy and full of poetry which later I wrote down by candlelight sitting on the edge of my bed. All that was past now. The cup was emptied and would never to be filled again. Was that a matter for regret? No, I did not regret the past. My regret was for the present day, for all the countless hours and days I lost to mere passivity and that brought me nothing, not even the shocks of awakening.
I cannot relate so very much to striding through storms, I like me a good storm, but from a warm, protected, vantage point with wifi, not to stride within. But I can relate to a time when being with just myself was enjoyable, something I looked forward to; I liked spending time with me and hearing what it is I thought. There were even times when I did sit on the edge of a bed at night to capture thoughts that came from me. In accordance with Mr. Hesse, these recordable, non-regrettable moments don’t occur as often as they once did as the rest of the world keeps barging in on us. Also in accordance, I too, feel zero regret when I look back on my life, I feel this only when I look forward.
Good choices or bad, I made them, and I lived then.
I feel like my ability to make my own choices is leaking, or drying up, and I’m not exactly sure how to describe the ‘living’ that I’m living right now.
Can YOU relate?
Last Updated on 04/28/2026 by Death of Hypatia Inc.
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