"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. The most beautiful things in life are the ones that remain hidden, concealed, and it is only through the slow, careful process of uncovering them that we begin to see them for what they truly are. Books, like all things in life, are not merely objects to possess or read for the sake of entertainment. They are mirrors of the world, both in what they reveal and in what they obscure, and it is often in the act of searching for meaning within them that we lose ourselves. In that process of losing ourselves, perhaps we discover who we truly are."
Marcel Proust
In Search of Lost Time