This is how.

Hesse realized, (seems to me, towards the end of his life) that life should be carried out in today´s world. Life the journey, life the search, life the magic, nothing but plain old daily jazz. This is the thing about Ben. Ben was a publisher taking advantage of his trait by writing in different voices. A charming diplomat acting out a part for the sake of an end which is nothing more than an everyday life worth living. A philosopher unbound by the walls of an institution or a stuffed collection of academics. A westerner living out in complete westerness (when aplicable). Franklin was. Simply was and in that he understood his potential of being.