Also on stage was the elegant Siddhartha Mukherjee, a cancer doctor and author of the bestselling The Emperor of All Maladies.
Two and a half millennia ago, Siddhartha Gautama sought enlightenment.
“Much of what happens in the show mirrors the story of Siddhartha,” Jablonski says.
Siddhartha saw him, and he instantly recognised him, as if a god had pointed him out to him.
But he, Siddhartha, was not a source of joy for himself, he found no delight in himself.
For a long time, Siddhartha had lived the life of the world and of lust, though without being a part of it.
Slowly, the Brahman rose; Siddhartha stood silently, his arms folded.
Siddhartha got to know many new things, he heard a lot and spoke little.
The Brahman saw that Siddhartha was trembling softly in his knees.
Siddhartha saw how beautiful she was, and his heart rejoiced.