elementary zen

Siddharta will one day be the bedtime book I read to my children, Gotama Freeman and Franny Afrika Ta. The simple prose, that writing given to sage hymn and to be recited and shared aloud, has been lost in contemporary literature with the postmodern deconstruction of semantics - the cleverness and glutted prose killing the simple profundity, the ambitions for intellectual caste outshining universality. So, I divine that day when I will fatherly tuck my little bundles into bed, and settle beside them to read Siddharta.