Drives may become conscious by means of its representation. The development of language allows for some knowledge of unconscious content. But knowledge is hardly a cure.
Words designate things and events. Judgment is the composition of things and events. Judgments may describe complex states of affairs.
Language develops as a means of revelation for any conscious mind. For conscious mind does not understand itself.
To reveal: to see what was once clear, but then was not. Re-veal. The idea of reflection as a means of self-understanding.
I do not understand myself. I do not think it is possible to do so.
The godhead, should it exist, cannot be self-conscious in the sense that I want. For self-consciousness implies the necessity of an other that may reflect. What could possibly reflect divinity?
Drives are obscure. The analysand works in tandem with the analyst to bring the obscure into words.
Pizarnik: "I have forced myself, kicking and screaming, into language."
To be a consciousness entails the necessity to be into words. I say to-be-into in the most radical way. I cannot narrate myself, for I cannot see what I am.
What I am is always in development. I develop through words and through actions. I am not clear to myself.
That which is divine may be clear to itself. There is no way to know if it is not.
To find love: to narrate a succession of events. To choose a particular set of events to make sense out of other events.
Making sense through words: I cannot make sense of a particular set of events. I talked about them, but I find myself unable to find an ending for the narrative. Particular things do not fit into words.
I do not fit into words. I cannot narrate myself.
Anger, hate. I feel the words. Events resonate through my utterances.
I hate you. This is not a performative utterance. I do not hate by saying I do. I can only narrate because I hate.
When I utter the words, I am through my anger. I ramble. I become self-destructive.
Blake: "Cruelty has a human heart". To be cruel: to make sense of events through a univocal interpretation of events. I attach the word to a thing.
BTBAM: "We can speak obsession; we can love the endless".
Repression: the dislocation of drives. I find myself unable to properly face my anger. I cannot speak.
To speak requires a listener. I have not spoken in months.
