Towards those who do not conform to the laws of the earth
The Healing Voice of Hermann Hesse

This collection contains prose and poems written by Hermann Hesse, the greatest poet and writer of his time, who lived, loved, and reflected on difficult, painful, tense, and trembling moments, all of which he neatly and concisely expressed in healing language.
Hesse was, as he himself said, a man who “unfortunately did not know how to live easily and comfortably.”
He was unable to even get up in the morning, eat, drink water, and go back to bed, so he wandered and suffered, and even attempted suicide because of it.
Why were actions that seemed innocuous to some so painful and arduous to him? He explores the source of his suffering, exploring the fundamental and harmonious intersections of East and West, God and nature, reality and ideals, and life and death.
Thus, a language of healing that frees the shackles of the mind, a language of pure soul gained through deep insight, was born.
Being considerate and gentle to others is something that those who need consideration and comfort can do best.
In that sense, Hesse's thoughts will certainly provide comfort, rest, and fresh stimulation, while also helping us to rediscover the happiness of everyday life, the beauty of nature, small joys, and the greatness of love.

In fact, there is no point in examining happiness and unhappiness in detail.
After all, I put more weight on the unhappy days in my life than the happy days.
If life is about consciously accepting the inevitable, experiencing countless good and bad things, and conquering an inner, more real, and inevitable destiny beyond the external, then my life has not been so pitiful or bad.
If the external fate that befell me was, as it is for everyone else, unavoidable and dependent on God, my internal destiny was my own unique creation.

--- p.13

It's a time when everyone is tired, when even the gentle sound of the wind and the fine dust drifting behind the wallpaper can be heard loudly, and all of your senses become tense.
And I can't sleep.
Fatigue only covers the eyes and thoughts with a thin veil, and the sound of blood flowing ceaselessly through the veins is heard, the sound of life generating heat in the throbbing head is heard, and the pulse, beating steadily yet chaotically, is perceived.

--- p.16~17

Oh, how wonderful it would be if we could think of each other and stand in solidarity in an invisible silence! I believe we understand each other.
Our sensitive nerves, which know no rest, believe that they have the ability to send and respond to messages.
So we can talk about our pain and hope across kilometers without speaking.
--- p.46~47

Humans fear many things.
Fear of pain, the judgment of others, one's own mind, falling asleep, waking up, loneliness, cold, madness, and death.
But all of that is just a mask and a disguise.
In reality, there is only one thing that humans fear.
Throwing one's body.
Jump into the unknown.
It is about throwing away everything that was safe and throwing oneself away.
Anyone who has had the experience of throwing themselves completely into something, who has experienced such great faith and believed so completely in destiny, can be free from fear.
He will abandon the laws of the earth and throw himself into the universe, surrendering himself to the flow of the whole.

--- p.66~67

The habit of moderation is intrinsically linked to the ability to savor small pleasures.
This ability is innate in everyone.
But to unleash that power, we need a certain amount of cheerfulness, love, and lyricism that modern life has distorted and eliminated.
Such small joys, often given as gifts to the poor, are invisible and are scattered in countless places throughout daily life, so much so that they are barely perceptible to the dulled sensibilities of countless people buried in work.

--- p.107

The idea that humans are a capricious and cruel game of nature stems from the delusion that humans are too important.
We must realize that human life is not particularly more difficult than that of birds or ants, but rather easier and more beautiful.
Instead of complaining about the cruelty of life and the inevitability of death, we must feel and accept such despair.
Only when we can accept the ugliness and meaninglessness of nature can we confront such harsh meaninglessness and strive to find meaning.
That is the greatest ability a human being can have, and the only thing a human being can do.

--- p.112

The Earth and the Sun are spinning for me again.
Today, too, the blue sky and clouds, the lake and the forest are reflected for a long time in my eyes that have regained their vitality.
The world that is mine again plays a magical sound with various notes above my heart.
Today, I would like to write one word here, where I record my colorful life.
Words like 'world' or 'sun', words full of magic, words with pretty pronunciations, words full of fullness, words fuller than fullness, richer than abundance, words that signify perfect achievement and perfect knowledge.

--- p.131