Rhyddwr

“They say this not through art, but under a divine influence; for if they had learned through art to speak fully on a single subject, they would know how to speak on every subject.”

After reading these lines, it is not hard for us to imagine Sorge closing the book in his hand and placing it on the table by his bedside, examining his face in the mirror and wondering whether he needed to shave, deciding that he did not look too disheveled to go out, and slipping on the trench coat hanging in...

"As he set foot on the arduous path fate had called him to, neither the splendor of the kingdom nor the peace of the palace could stop him. To uphold his father's word and the universal order (Dharma), he left behind everything he knew and went deep into the wilderness, into a world of giants and mysteries. For the true hero is one who can sacrifice comfort and return transformed at the end of the journey." Ayodhya Kanda 18–19.

Before we begin to tell of the hero's transformation, let us first...

We tried to reach an agreement with the writer: I won’t be too stubborn, but he’ll write whatever I think, whatever I want. He promised me. I wanted the story to take place by a lake. In the distance, a purple mountain with white stripes on it—that is, snowy places too. A small, charming mountain. I’ve opened up my sun lounger, stretched out, and I’m watching what’s around me. The surface of the lake, perfectly smooth. The reflections of the trees on the water look as real as the trees...