Am really lingering on Christopher Bollas’s lines on the nature of life itself for many hours. That consciousness is blind to unconscious development, and that unconscious development is radically destructive.

“You could say: ‘But what is it destroying?’ Perhaps it destroys all mothers and fathers; perhaps the evolution of any self destroys what was formed for us earlier by the mother, or by the father. Perhaps any evolution is going to break the desires of the other. It is then that we create our destiny, and live it. There are objects of desire and objects of hate, object of intimacy and corpses of the expelled; and then, when we look back, in a Sophoclean way, one could say: ‘My God, what have I done? Only now I understand it all.’ And we see that progression as a tragic one, or as the ordinary way in which life is lived, as something unavoidable. Thus, in the notion of existing, or of experience, are the concepts of a ruthless breaking, of an opening up, of a dissemination, of a perilous venture. And, in addition, of something which borders on a kind of reflective faith: a kind of belief, upon reflection, that what’s taken place was unavoidable and essential.”