SENTENCED TO FREEDOM! ...
A carillon chimes, distant. A patch of yellow wall is exposed, enigmatic look at. A little sonata resurrects forgotten his notes ... The writer familiar to suspend our lives thinking about time and space in a bubble forever. By giving us his vision of the blocks of the church who are based Combray golden blond and light like honey, Marcel Proust makes us to the eternal memory of this. The weather here is stripped of its immediate usefulness and adds thickness to the three known dimensions of space. The truth of desire is shaping the malleable space, gives flesh to the lost and found, to the smallest events that were thought forgotten. Time emerges in bursts to make artwork. The distance is abolished in this passage of time found. Eternity is born within this time becomes ours.
The windows of the church Combray become fluid moving in a different light: PROUST live forever through writing. The gathering time in this unit of work leads to the happiness of a whole found. Then looming as an East now accessible, the vast labyrinth of the inner stationary.
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