The Art of Leisure.

One day, that Herman Hess

had nothing special to do,

because while sailing, 
a storm had make him stop

in a village on the shores of Lake Geneva,

he accompanied the priest 
to bury a man he didn’t know,

but had no one else 
to honor the sacred mistery 
of his remains.

That, he says, 
gave a meaning to that day.

Herman Hess, “The Art of Leisure”.