To be sure, as all epidemiological studies agree,
Love is the rarest psychopathology.
The word, not the concept, is very common because it has become very fashionable in many cultures to report that one suffers from it. Paradoxically enough, the real sufferers seem to seek anything but the cure. And this is indeed a most sensible unconscious strategy, since there is no therapy whatsoever.
Furthermore, there is much difficulty in diagnosing it for its symptoms can be confounded with anything, even with madness or geniality. If someone asserts she has successfully recovered from such a critical condition, it is self-evident that she has recovered from something else. Let us rejoice anyway.
Dear practitioners, do not waste your time with these (im)patients. No health insurance will compensate the helplessness of your sympathy.
"…Attribuez à mon souffle trop court ce qui dans mon propos restera obscur ou froid. Mais retenez la comparaison – elle définit le Livre en tant que Livre c’est-à-dire en tant qu’inspiration…" (E. Lévinas)
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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