“When reality coincides at last with something we have longed for, fitting perfectly with our dreams, it can cover them up entirely and become indistinguishable from them, as two symmetrical figures placed against one another seem to become one; whereas, so as to give our joy its full intensity of meaning, we would actually prefer every detail of our desires […] to retain the prestige of still being immaterial, so as to be more certain that this really is what we desired.”
#proust

Yes!
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I feel like in achieving a dream, we almost consume the wonder of it in so doing, so that in the end it seems we have acquired only something ordinary, or nothing. I often wonder if there is ever enjoyment in achieving or acquiring anything, unless it happens suddenly and unexpectedly.

There are images that emerge in the layers of In Search of Lost Time that really blow me away.
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