Today, the calendar on is November 12, Monday. It's
almost a year since I started to work on the third novel about the concept of
time, time cycles in the space environment. Today, the street lay the drifts of
snow that clung wire, hid with a thick layer of the roof and tree trunks. The
feeling of purity and whiteness make my world a little hill and fragile, and
even, cocoa is the coldness and alienation. But this bright sunlight creates a
mood of celebration and warmth. How strange: the white snow and the yellow sun
- cold and heat. These two opposing association summoned to mind something an
average, a warm, gentle, bright. A year ago, in October, when I began working
on a third novel, the whole month, almost without stopping, pouring rain and it
was overcast and a frown. And in the end I realized that handled text
scientific information base on the time and space to the ground. Normal people
who faced with these concepts in the first simply cannot absorb the entire
database. And inside me I was the conflict itself - like the information I
have, but all I have gone and brought inside to write it in the text. And so I
left it for a year. During this time he painted and actively preparing for
exhibitions. So time went by. Two weeks ago my good friend invited me to make a
documentary on the subject of two previous novels, poems, paintings, and the
information which I have a mental activity. In meditations to me that's for
sure and clearly explain to people about the importance and role of the main
ideas in our life, I had to write several thematic lectures. So I had never
worked. After writing the first lecture, I decided to read it on the tape
recorder and listen to the recording. The lecture itself was written on four
sheets of A4 notebooks total. Pronouncing it on tape, I almost had to go to the
recorded, as were my thoughts, but not to stray from the topic, I monitored
periodically through the eyes of a piece of paper, and so considered her
"one fell swoop" into the recorder. At the time, it seemed to me, it
lasted no more than five minutes. And I sat down to listen to the recording. Do
you think how much my lecture on the recorder? Exactly half an hour. Can you
imagine? It was a shock for me. I always say quickly and emotionally, I read
the same way. But what I heard on the recorder - it was some kind of meaningful
pause, skip, and delay of spoken words as dictation. Why is that? The first
question that is asked me. Then I decided to check it out on a different text.
I chose the text from my last unfinished manuscript, which describes the dating
scene when my heroine sitting in a cafe, remembering her first love. During the
reading of this passage on tape, I was guided by my inner time - fifteen
minutes, it seemed to me. In fact, a passage was read but the voice recorder
five minutes. Strange, I always feel, when someone asked me what time I uttered
aloud the exact figure is not looking at the clock. There were discrepancies in
the resort for five minutes. If you doubt my phrase was: "somewhere in the
region of 15-20 minutes of the first." And now such a discrepancy in the
sensation of time for me was a big surprise.
Previously,
as you always thought that live together with everyone who lives with me in my
country in the world except for the translation of the clock in the spring and
autumn period, as well as pole lengths of time by region, in the same time.
That is, the length of the segment of life for each of us, the amount expressed
in seconds, minutes, and hours - are the same. But I think that this is not true.
And to the contrary: everyone on the planet in their personal lives according
to his level of consciousness of sense of time.
The distance is long.
There is only the stop,
Where can I get,
Before reaching goals
But we want to know,
Absorbing the essence of tricks:
The immortality of the soul -
Creator's desire for us
To become ourselves.
We are
looking for a means of eternal youth of the body in artificial joints, toe is
the "pill of youth", not realizing that she is quietly waiting in the
wings when you're about it remember in your thoughts, in your mind, which is
yet to rise to it realize.
