The great neurologist Sigmund Freud, whose studies and research became the first seminal reference.
Sigmund was well-known for creating and developing the methods of psychoanalysis. Freud was born as Sigmund Freud (6 May 1856 – 23 September 1929) to Jewish Austrian parents. In 1881, he qualified as a doctor in the field of medicine. Freud’s analytical abilities enabled him to create and conduct research on human (vertebrate and invertebrate) and other animal brains for nearly six years. In the year 1890, the hard work of Sigmund on research about the biology of nervous tissue was referred to as one of the seminal references to the discovery of the neuron.
However, some downtime (a break from his nerve cell research) led him to rush up his translation skills. Freud converted almost four essays from the selected works of John Stuart Mill, one of the well-known philosophers of the 80s (John combined the enlightened thinking of the eighteenth century with the emerging fashion of romantic and historical philosophy of the nineteenth century).
“The scope of one’s personality is defined by the magnitude of that problem which is capable of driving a person out of his wits.”
Sigmund Freud
Poem: “In memory of Sigmund Freud” by W. H. Auden
When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
when grief has been made so public, and exposed
to the critique of a whole epoch
the frailty of our conscience and anguish,
of whom shall we speak? For every day they die
among us, those who were doing us some good,
who knew it was never enough but
hoped to improve a little by living.
Such was this doctor: still at eighty he wished
to think of our life from whose unruliness
so many plausible young futures
with threats or flattery ask obedience,
but his wish was denied him: he closed his eyes
upon that last picture, common to us all,
of problems like relatives gathered
puzzled and jealous about our dying.
For about him till the very end were still
those he had studied, the fauna of the night,
and shades that still waited to enter
the bright circle of his recognition
turned elsewhere with their disappointment as he
was taken away from his life interest
to go back to the earth in London,
an important Jew who died in exile.
Only Hate was happy, hoping to augment
his practice now, and his dingy clientele
who think they can be cured by killing
and covering the garden with ashes.
They are still alive, but in a world he changed
simply by looking back with no false regrets;
all he did was to remember
like the old and be honest like children.
He wasn’t clever at all: he merely told
the unhappy Present to recite the Past
like a poetry lesson till sooner
or later it faltered at the line where
long ago the accusations had begun,
and suddenly knew by whom it had been judged,
how rich life had been and how silly,
and was life-forgiven and more humble,
able to approach the Future as a friend
without a wardrobe of excuses, without
a set mask of rectitude or an
embarrassing over-familiar gesture.
No wonder the ancient cultures of conceit
in his technique of unsettlement foresaw
the fall of princes, the collapse of
their lucrative patterns of frustration:
if he succeeded, why, the Generalised Life
would become impossible, the monolith
of State be broken and prevented
the co-operation of avengers.
Of course they called on God, but he went his way
down among the lost people like Dante, down
to the stinking fosse where the injured
lead the ugly life of the rejected,
and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought,
deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith,
our dishonest mood of denial,
the concupiscence of the oppressor.
If some traces of the autocratic pose,
the paternal strictness he distrusted, still
clung to his utterance and features,
it was a protective coloration
for one who’d lived among enemies so long:
if often he was wrong and, at times, absurd,
to us he is no more a person
now but a whole climate of opinion
under whom we conduct our different lives:
Like weather he can only hinder or help,
the proud can still be proud but find it
a little harder, the tyrant tries to
make do with him but doesn’t care for him much:
he quietly surrounds all our habits of growth
and extends, till the tired in even
the remotest miserable duchy
have felt the change in their bones and are cheered
till the child, unlucky in his little State,
some hearth where freedom is excluded,
a hive whose honey is fear and worry,
feels calmer now and somehow assured of escape,
while, as they lie in the grass of our neglect,
so many long-forgotten objects
revealed by his undiscouraged shining
are returned to us and made precious again;
games we had thought we must drop as we grew up,
little noises we dared not laugh at,
faces we made when no one was looking.
But he wishes us more than this. To be free
is often to be lonely. He would unite
the unequal moieties fractured
by our own well-meaning sense of justice,
would restore to the larger the wit and will
the smaller possesses but can only use
for arid disputes, would give back to
the son the mother’s richness of feeling:
but he would have us remember most of all
to be enthusiastic over the night,
not only for the sense of wonder
it alone has to offer, but also
because it needs our love. With large sad eyes
its delectable creatures look up and beg
us dumbly to ask them to follow:
they are exiles who long for the future
that lives in our power, they too would rejoice
if allowed to serve enlightenment like him,
even to bear our cry of ‘Judas’,
as he did and all must bear who serve it.
One rational voice is dumb. Over his grave
the household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved:
sad is Eros, builder of cities,
and weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
Feud explained very well in the psychoanalytic theory of Oedipus Complex. Sigmund stated that a desire for sexual involvement with the parent of the opposite sex. Sigmund stated that Oedipus Rex (5th century Greek Mythological character who kills his father and marries his mother) is a play based on the myth, it was written by Sophocles, 429 BC.
It is a feeling in a child who love one and hate the other parent.
Sigmund Freud
Furthermore, Freud believed that sentiments of Oedipal were inherited in the lives of humans and took millions of years to evolve from apes. The play “Oedipus Rex” was staged in Paris and Vienna in the 19th century. Sigmund also stated in his book, “The Interpretation of Dreams” that the Oedipus complex is a universal desire. In biological terms, it’s phylogenetic to human and unconscious guilt.
Opinion of Sigmund Freud
When he talked about the relationship between the couple, especially from his personal experiences, He stated that “the relationship between two is one of sacrifice and negotiation.” Accordingly, sexuality had never been an inspiration to him.
