In all the languages in the world, there is the same proverb: "what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over." Well, i say that there isn't an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we are in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we're far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.
The gospels and all the sacred texts of all religions were written in exile, in search of God's understanding, of the faith that moves whole peoples, of the pirlgrimage of souls wandering the face of earth. Our ancestors did not know, as we do not know, what the Divinity expects from our lives -- and it is our of that doubt that books are written, pictures painted, because we don't want to foget who we are -- nor can we!
An excerpt from "Eleven minutes" by Paulo Coelho.