Marcel Proust: A Memory

Marcel Proust lies in bed, suffers from asthma attacks and recalls his life. And then immediately there is the problem of understanding the text. Memories of memories are different. In the normal mode, the human consciousness can reproduce only places, events, people completely superficially as a change of patterns of a kaleidoscope.

But, Marcel's memories are of a completely different kind. He falls into a nap, consciousness ceases to show pictures, the flow is securely blocked. At the same time, Proust did not fall asleep, he found himself in a limb between sleep and reality, his bodily properties were lost, he could travel between worlds.

Memories:

Imagine an old man, Proust, seated on a folding chair near the ocean of memories, he hides objects that had previously taken part in the production of memories. On each of them, the experience of Marseille, lost and wired in the subject, is spanked. To return a forgotten feeling, you need to remove the object, throw it into the space of understanding, on a green meadow near the chair.

Touching the grass, the subject will take root, sprout into the soil and create a bygone situation, it will pull out the lost experience from Proust's soul.

Book

Marcel hooked the book, his shapeless body flowed inside the plot: “It seemed to me that I myself was what the book was talking about; the church, the quartet, the rivalry of Francis I and Charles V. ”It was enough to completely dissolve in the content, as the completeness of the form, the coincidence of the points of the plot space and the spread body of Marseille create time. The beginning of time in this composition produces speed and pushes Proust from the plot of the book.

Traveler

The distant whistle of a locomotive pulled out a property, a property of distance. As soon as the concept of space arises, it immediately assumes its overcoming. The formless body of Proust stretched across a deserted road all the way to the train station. One had only to fill the space with each stretched cell of the organism, as time again pushed him out of the memory.

Sick

Suffering changes the property of time. In fact, every state experienced by a person is a whole world that has its own speed of time. The suffering of the patient in anticipation of help or at least sympathy turns seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, night lasts for ages. Experiencing freezes, any attempt to switch attention rests on pain, an unbearable experience ...

I

All he had to do was to hook his grandfather's shoe with a bait, only he touched the ground as his grandfather's leg began to grow out of him, then his torso and outstretched hand, with which he squeezed the vortices of 10-year-old Marcel. As soon as the boy's head appeared out of the curly hair, and then his whole body of experience got durability and was replaced by others ... everything ended after the haircut ...

Enjoyment

A beautiful girl grew up from Marcel's rib, romance swept the entire body of the sufferer ...

Memories squeeze their own self, impersonalize it. You can restore it only through items. During life, a person crumbles into parts of his soul into a multitude of objects, he is connected with them by invisible threads. To know yourself, you need to recreate your properties, exactly the certainty that I am.

This is only possible through remembrance. The theory of knowledge as memories belongs to Plato the Athenian. In the dialogue "Menon" Socrates asks an illiterate slave boy and he reproduces the Pythagorean theorem, with which he was not previously familiar. From which Socrates concludes that knowledge is a recollection of ideas that are always and forever contained in the human mind. At the same time, sensual things of the objective world serve only to bring the mind to an excited state, they give impetus to memories.

Marcel Proust clarified the mechanism of memories. First, a part of the human soul in the course of life is scattered into pieces in objects, a kind of objectification.

Imagine an evil snow queen, completely soulless, who hates all living things and hunts for centaurs. In which the incompatible is connected - part of the human soul and the subject of the external world.So this terrible woman, freezes the centaurs with her staff, they do not die, but become covered with ice and paralysis.

They are all parts of the human soul and the task of man is to bring them together, to defeat the snow queen, to revive the centaurs, to see what is in them from you, and that from the objective world is the heroic task of everyone. A peculiar process of first objectifying the inner world, otherwise it is impossible to give shape to its clots, except through the purpose of the concept. And then the task of getting the meaning of the concept arises and the reverse process of distributing the inner world, connecting all the lost parts of the soul, is included. At the end of the process, I am the one who was not previously defined.

So this is a process of memory, without it there can be no knowledge, especially the perception of oneself as a whole. After all, what is essentially the inner life of a person?
Inside me, a voice exists all the time and argues with me, it creates an intolerable feeling of guilt and remorse, then it frightens me with an obsession, in one word - destroys my integrity, preventing me from fulfilling the main task of my life - searching for myself.

To determine your own self, you need to dive into the objective world, stop the whirl of the walls of the room, then you can restore time and space. Only in this way does certainty arise.

Amazingly, this mechanism of the movement of thought accurately reproduces the antique approach to this question. A formless thought moves towards me and can be recognized by me only on the condition that my self has the appropriate knowledge. Only then can I assimilate this thought and make it my own through giving shape, quality and volume through the features of my self. But evolution created a mechanism of perception. Any thought can be perceived only through the concept, and the concept is always attached to the object or objectified.

And here appears on the horizon a cruel joke over all mankind. In the concept, this original thought not only changes beyond recognition through the splintering of what is embedded in it from me, but at the end of the process, the concept freezes, precipitates and crystallizes. Approximately how dried shriveled apple. And they pour in a stream and fall asleep to everyone!

So Proust, following the ancient philosophers, returned a normal understanding of the process of the formation of concepts. The thought is alive and is in the space of understanding, it has, therefore, a characteristic of time, its retention. As soon as it is perceived as a continuous flow in volumetric space, it is immediately made alive, capable of producing complex objects described by topology.

Let's solve the school problem of fooling people. In Russia, non-competitive elections, the election space is a distorted field in which the ball always flies with only one goal. This anomaly is created in a vicious circle, most of the resources are in one way or another owned by the government, it uses them to damage the electoral space, elections are always completely predictable. Even if the candidate of the EP does not win, he will win from the EP branch of the Liberal Democratic Party or the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. Neither a single person, nor a group of people can correct the distortion of the field, so it’s completely pointless to go to the polls, work as an observer or in the precinct election commission, put forward his candidacy. It is better to take a pose and ignore the political process.

Here is a look at how I planted you with shriveled apples. What is not in this picture of the world? There is no time, variability in it, which can occur only in bulk space. And now let's put our rotten apples in the space of understanding, because it is in it that the political space is contained.

As soon as I pronounce the words "political process", the question immediately falls into the volumetric space. This distorted election field is just a tiny part of the political process. It is distorted only because many people refuse to occupy their points in the political process, and give them to the authorities.Only under this condition a handful of people can control the political space, but they are not able to control the political process. It is huge, changeable, and not limited to one choice.

Only the entire society can control it and for this it is simply necessary to occupy the designated points of space for every citizen. All candidates are pro-government? It does not matter, put a tick against all names and make the ballot invalid. Go as an observer, to municipal deputies, become a member of the commission - every action leads to a small alignment of the political space.

What kind of operation did I do now? I took the thought and placed it in the space of understanding, created a living stream of consciousness, coupled with a large system architecture. Thanks to this procedure, I immediately see everything that relates to this issue and cut off the very possibility of manipulating my mind. This space of mine and any alien element in the form of shriveled apple propagandons begins to stink terribly and, quite mechanically, causes rejection on a subconscious level. I don’t have to strain my mind too much to make the right decision.