The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing 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.
Misunderstood by everyone, everywhere.
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing 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.
I think I remember seeing that on the toilet wall of Mahaffeys.
Somewhere between “Here I sit broken hearted …” and “A Nation Once Again …” I suppose.
Eyes pop when you bite them.
That’s why you need hundreds.
They’re like bubblewrap for the soul.