But of all the water’s secrets, he saw today only a single one — one that struck his soul. He saw that this water flowed and flowed, it was constantly flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always eternally the same and yet new at every moment! Oh, to be able to grasp this, to understand this! He did not understand it, did not grasp it; he felt only an inkling stirring within him, distant memory, divine voices.
Siddhartha (Hermann Hesse)