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I don't know if any of you have ever read Demian by Herman Hesse... but if you have you understand the feeling I have right now. There's this feeling that comes with being completely absorbed in a story, not only because it's exciting and has assasins in it, but because it actually means something. Demian makes me question everything. I feel like everything is pregnant with possibility and discovery. I feel silly for feeling so lonely and melancholy in such a fecund world, but I also realize that sadness is just a step toward contentedness.