More often then not, I have posted quotes here from a large number of poets, dramatists, novelists, thinkers, visual artists as well as no-label-individuals. My intent has always been to offer their sentiments about, contemplations on and analyses of the various layers of life and death to you as a platform from which we all may better understand one another. Today, I am leaving you with words by Marcel Proust. Read them, enjoy them (or not), reflect on them and share your own responses to them, should you so choose. Marcel Proust is no longer among the empirically living. We, however, still are…
“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.”
hülyaswritings 
for sure . . .
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. . . yes . . .
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Who but Proust could give so much meaning to the word destination!
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Yes, good, but do not make that new way of thinking a ‘destination’ for it will stagnate your mind; instead look at it as a brief pause in your quest for reality – the ever evasive phenomenon.
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Advice heeded, dear Afzaal, with pleasure and conviction.
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P.S. My quest of the late has been concentrated on “reality – the ever evasive phenomenon” of your words … just for the record, dear Afzaal.
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