In this hour, Siddhartha stopped fight­ing his fate, stopped suf­fer­ing. On his face flour­ished the cheer­ful­ness of a know­ledge, which is no longer op­posed by any will, which knows per­fec­tion, which is in agree­ment with the flow of events, with the cur­rent of life, full of sym­pathy for the pain of oth­ers, full of sym­pathy for the pleas­ure of oth­ers, de­voted to the flow, be­long­ing to the one­ness.