Demian (Herman Hesse)
Years ago, when I was little, I remember being frightened by the dread of death. Even though I was just a kid who craved for chocolate and ice cream, there were times when the thought that me, my loved ones, and everyone around me will one day die and be buried cold. What happens next? Where do we go? How scary is it, that one who firmly existed simply perishes away in such short notice? The sudden influx of these philosophical speculations always drove me insane and I would run around the hallway, yelling some stupid song to flush my nightmares out. Fortunately, I am no longer seized by those terrors but instead developed an attitude, an inward question that approaches me time to time: Death is inevitable. Then how must one live to die in true contentment? Demian is one of the books that gave a glimpse to my question. To clarify, it poses a quest...