not in seeking new landscapes
but having new eyes
“A pair of wings, a different respiratory system, which enabled us to travel through space, would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus while keeping the same senses, they would clothe everything we could see in the same aspect as the things of the Earth. The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do, with great artists; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star.”
From the ‘La Prisonnière’, the fifth volume of ‘Remembrance of Things Past‘ (also known as) ‘In Search of Lost Time’ by Marcel Proust.
Had a weekend at the oceanfront.
With every tidal sequence, every wave, the beach is swept clean and a clean slate, a new landscape, never seen before, never seen again is presented to me.
Change, opportunity, without boundaries.
On the day we returned, we learned of a new child on the way and that a dear friend was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer.
Circle of life indeed.
Each day, endless change, new landscapes, new discoveries, within a tight circle of limits unknown and unrevealed.
No mutual exclusion zone.
A reminder that a person with limited time, emotional capacity and cultural bandwidth, could more effectively set their schedule, but how?