The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes, in seeing the universe with the eyes of another, of hundreds of others, in seeing the hundreds of universes that each of them sees.
Marcel Proust
Remembrance of Things Past
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1 comment:
I saw this on someone's FB status today. It's quite profound on many levels. We have a lot to learn here, don't we?
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