The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in having new eyes.
— Marcel Proust
There’s truth in this. Everything seems changed and fresh when looked at from a different perspective. New eyes.
The difficulty comes in shedding the obscuring blindness caused by our own judgements, prejudices and self-righteousness.
How can one obtain these new eyes?
How difficult is it to say that my point of view may not be always right, that there are other facets beyond mine in the prism that makes up this world?
Is that beyond me, beyond us?
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