"It was almost ethereal, the voices of a ten thousand Asians passing by me, all content, all worried about little things. When my friends took my hand and let me pass by all these strange, yet wonderfully pleasant people, I felt an inner peace grasping my waist and lifting me up. I heard a sweet lilting voice and a sweeter hum of a multitude. They all cooed my name in a language I didn't know and tears melted from my eyes. There was nothing sweeter. I was like the last phase of Siddhartha, by the river, the many faces that all flowed, until a resounding word brought me back to life."
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