One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a long time

water, no shore

To live without a goal, is to give oneself up to chance

“I wrestled over it all last night. What am I to do with the strength I feel I possess? To what use am I to put it? Is it by aiming at a goal? But how to choose such a goal? How know what it is before reaching it?”

“To live without a goal, is to give oneself up to chance.”

“I am afraid you don’t understand. When Columbus discovered America did he know towards what he was sailing? His goal was to go ahead, straight in front of him. Himself was his goal, impelling him to go ahead…”

“I have often thought,” interrupted Edouard, “that in art, and particularly in literature, the only people who count are those who launch out on to unknown seas. One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a long time. But our writers are afraid of the open; they are mere coasters.”

by André Gide (22 November 1869 – 19 February 1951)
The Counterfeiters (1925)
Chapter – Bernard visits Edouard
image – Dominic’s pics

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One Response to “One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a long time”

  1. clarissa mcfairy Says:

    There are so many pearls in this oyster you have posted, Elizabeth. And Dominic’s pic is most apt!

    What André Gide writes is so true: “One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a long time”.

    What a sturdy sail by which to steer one’s Life boat! What a moon to light one’s way! Saluté!

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