“I have no right to call myself one who knows.
I was one who seeks,
and I still am,
but I no longer seek in the stars or in books;
I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.
My story isn’t pleasant,
it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories;
it tastes of folly and bewilderment,
of madness and dream,
like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”
― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
I digitally reconfigured Syrian street photos (from happier times) for non-commercial artistic purposes, photographed by Vatse: http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?s=62af56d2f3036c7b81759a06c26b1f1d&t=993201
One might intuitively connect seemingly disparate elements, only later discovering threads of DNA sound (or something) opening further into a parallel, related world. For example, Hesse & Syria: