26 April

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯; 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. Proust completely inverted our ideas about immortality. He saw it residing in physical things, not spiritual. Many cultures have had similar intuitions, believing ‘souls’ are enveloped in objects. Proust describes the experiences that show this, which we all experience every day.