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    Siddhartha now realized why he had struggled with this Self: Too much knowledge, Too many holy verses, Too many sacrificial rites, Too much mortification of the flesh, Too much striving. Full of arrogance. Always the cleverest, the most eager, the learned and intellectual one, Always the priest or the sage.

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    Siddhartha now realized why he had struggled with this Self: Too much knowledge, Too many holy verses, Too many sacrificial rites, Too much mortification of the flesh, Too much striving. Full of arrogance. Always the cleverest, the most eager, the learned and intellectual one, Always the priest or the sage.

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    Siddhartha now realized why he had struggled with this Self: Too much knowledge, Too many holy verses, Too many sacrificial rites, Too much mortification of the flesh, Too much striving. Full of arrogance. Always the cleverest, the most eager, the learned and intellectual one, Always the priest or the sage.

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    Siddhartha now realized why he had struggled with this Self:
    Too much knowledge,
    Too many holy verses,
    Too many sacrificial rites,
    Too much mortification of the flesh,
    Too much doing and striving.
    Full of arrogance.
    Always the cleverest,
    The most eager,
    The learned and intellectual one,
    Always the priest or the sage.
    His Self had crawled into this priesthood,
    Into this arrogance,
    Into this intellectuality.
    It sat there tightly and grew,
    While he thought he was destroying it by fasting and penitence.
    Now he understood it and realized,
    The inward voice had been right,
    No teacher could have brought him salvation.

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