“Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them.(In search of Lost Time V.1, p.5) “
**For a very long time, I had hard time to understand that sentence. Not that I didn’t understand the meaning of words, sentence but couldn’t digest the essence of its purpose. And, after a while I made peace with it thinking as: my conception and perception are making them immobile, and if I could, it would be possible for them to move around in the physical realm or in this timeline. And, if the things are not moving as I wanted, it doesn’t mean they’re not moving for everyone, they’re moving but not in my mind, not from my point of view, or perhaps not for me. And my existence, for them to be mobile or immobile, does not depend on me, but depends on the solid world around them.**
“Is it possible that ultimately we cannot address ourselves to 'the world' as determining the nature of the entity we have mentioned? Yet we call this entity one which is "within-the-world". Is 'world' perhaps a characteristic of Dasein's Being? And in that case, does every Dasein 'proximally' have its world? Does not 'world' thus become something 'subjective'? How, then, can there be a 'common' world 'in' which, nevertheless, we are? And if we raise the question of the 'world', what world do we have in view? Neither the common world nor the subjective world, but the worldhood of the world as such(Being and Time, p.92)."
"The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space on ‘which we map them for our own convenience’. They were only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years. (In search of Lost Time V.1, p.579)”
***And recently having that heavy feeling on my heart, feeling like a floating, falling leaf from trees by winds, I sense both the weightlessness of my existence and the inevitability of its course. The wind carries me where it pleases, indifferent to my desires or direction, much like the world moves its entities—solid, dynamic, alive—independent of my perception of their movement. I am swept along by currents I cannot see, yet I feel their presence shaping my trajectory, their force grounding me in the reality of a larger system that I neither control nor fully understand.
This feeling of being carried, of surrendering to forces beyond myself, reminds me that the world is not static, even if it appears so from my vantage point. What I conceive as immobility is a reflection of my own inability to align with the rhythm of things, to see their movement as it truly is. The falling leaf does not question its descent or seek to resist the wind; it simply exists in harmony with the conditions that surround it. Perhaps I, too, must learn to let go—not to impose my will upon the world but to attune myself to its motion, its flux, its becoming - In Search of Lost Time, Volume 2: Within a Budding Grove (Page 134-135): "The ideas that we hold are not stationary, they are in a state of perpetual flux.
The immobility I perceive is, in truth, a limitation of my mind, a result of my own entanglement with fixed conceptions. If I could unlearn these rigid frames and allow myself to perceive with fresh eyes, might I see the hidden movement, the subtle shifts, the quiet transformations(?!) Could I learn to witness the dynamism of Being itself, not as something external and separate but as a continuous interplay of relationships in which I am inherently embedded?
And yet, even as I contemplate this, I realise that my role is not to make things move or stop. The world does not wait for my permission to unfold, nor does it depend on me to validate its motion. My task, rather, is to observe, to notice, to understand—to allow the world to disclose itself to me as it is, not as I want it to be. Perhaps this is the essence of Being-in-the-world: not to control or grasp but to participate, to be carried like the leaf, weightless and yet rooted in the undeniable reality of existence.
In this surrender, there is both freedom and grounding. Freedom in releasing the need to define or constrain; grounding in knowing that, regardless of my perception, the world is alive with movement, with change, with a vitality that extends beyond me. And so, I float—not aimlessly, but purposefully, as part of a larger whole. The wind carries me, and I let it, trusting that there is meaning in the motion, even if I cannot see it yet -In Search of Lost Time, Volume 3: The Guermantes Way (Page 0-1): "The landscape of our lives is not a fixed and unchanging background, but is itself in a state of constant transformation.-***
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~Long time ago, when I was in between...maybe I still am...