Seeing other worlds...

"Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world (our own), we see it multiplied. "

- Marcel Proust

Profound quote and captivating picture of Proust on his death bed. In the art of living and dying, who knows how many worlds we will come across. There is a look of serenity on the face of this great author. So hopefully he found a world of peace...in death...

It is always interesting to muse on whether we are ourselves the source of all knowledge, whether we contain all the worlds we are ever going to experience - the new terrain we enter is merely an unploughed field within us, sometimes revealed by the work of great artists. Or are we beings who actually absorb new wisdoms and worlds from external sources?

I'll be thinking about this over the weekend, as I've been asked to write a book on meditation and I think crucial to my ability to write it is a grasp of whether we are self-contained or if we need to seek the help of an external higher power to climb the mountain of Self-awareness.