We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.
>We never love anyone.
Counter-factual idiocy.
>What we love is the idea we have of someone.
That is literally the basic mechanism of human cognition, due to our language's signifying character.
>It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.
Autism, sollipsism, the latter of which condition being reinforced by the commodity-form.
You, as an individual, are the end result of societal forces and societal histories and societal contexts.
Your meme about a kind of "self-love" in a vacuum is a sham.
I do love her though.
I like the night more than the day as well.
>>825036Why don't we just get into a corner somewhere and jerk eachother off OP? That's sounds like fun right?