ettiest;  some ied o trongly after ten niged after t time and forgotten.

    Love and ecstasy o ruly  gave life its value. Ambition o  distinguisempt for t sacrifice for t not. omen, t on , and  accesses of melanc gre of t desire ransitory, fleeting experience. ts brief, longing flame, its rapid extinction—to o contain to o t all transitory  o love. tasy, at tension, is certain t it must vanis breat loneliness and abandonment to melancain t it  to t side of life. Deatasy ernally sernally sy. t became a parable and a sacred symbol to him.

    Not   o o desire and to deat   penetrated by ood terpart, and tatue of St. Jo visible. o t of tears;   reac become like him.

    Secretly Goldmund also sensed ist meant to ense love of art could also occasionally turn to red.  s but ions, make many different distinctions: art  migart in utter sensuality and lead to total abstraction; t mige in pure concept and end in bleeding fles t ruly sublime, not just a good jugglers trick; t ernal secret, like ters madonna; every obviously genuine  inct and pure spirituality. One day atue, if he succeeded in making her.

    In art, in being an artist, Goldmund say of reconciling  contradictions, or at least of expressing nely t in ure. But art  just a gift. It could not be  cost a great deal; it demanded sacrifices. For over t essential need, t next to desire and love: ing in a limitless —all t  judge e, and overly independent  embittered er nor ure nor need demanded   itself.

    Art,