Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn.  And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!'  Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.

Travel for miles. Your  imagination need  not  require any passport or visa.

Sometimes it’s a little better to travel than to arrive.

Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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