Siddhartha

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And he came back after an hour, he came back after two hours, looked through the small window, saw Siddhartha standing, in the moon light, by the light of the stars, in the darkness.  And he came back hour after hour, silently, he looked into the chamber, saw him standing in the same place, filled his heart with anger, filled his heart with unrest, filled his heart with anguish, filled it with sadness.
 
And in the night's last hour, before the day began, he returned, stepped into the room, saw the young man standing there, who seemed tall and like a stranger to him.
 
"Siddhartha," he spoke, "what are you waiting for?"
 
"You know what."
 
"Will you always stand that way and wait, until it'll becomes morning, noon, and evening?"
 
"I will stand and wait.
 
"You will become tired, Siddhartha."