The Temperamental Transient never seems to know in which direction to go. The transient’s destination is never apparent though the quest is clearly defined. Neither fame nor fortune spurs the drifter toward an endless onward journey, but rather the lucid exploration of ones self. The course is simply set to let life be whatever it wants to be; then, adjust accordingly.

8th August 2012

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But the worst of it is that it is just this contentment that I cannot endure,  

                                    THE STEPPENWOLF SOUL

“After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea. In desperation I have to escape and throw myself on the road of pleasure, or, if that cannot be, on the road of pain.  When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so-called good and tolerable days,  I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment….”         ~Hermann Hesse, STEPPENWOLF

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