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     //  Hermeneutics and Love

   “I love you.”

       Subject, verb, object.

       I am the subject on whom this love is acting. 

       And, if we take Roland Barthes, it is love itself that creates this subject—A concept which, importantly, parallels the psychoanalytic notion that the subject is created, is subjected, by a similar primordial rupture: that irresolvable dissolution that is gender. In love, I am subjected. Love marks me; Like the photograph, it is indexical. And, as in Aristophanes’ myth, it splits me; It is through the performing of the self in relation to an other that love originates this cataclysmic wounding: it “creates, so to speak, a supplementary person”(Proust). And this is the unbearable contradiction of love: I am in love with another, but I cannot know that other because I cannot separate the other from me. I was born within this love, with you. I cannot know the you apart: “I love you” is merely “I love myself in you.”

 “At every moment of the encounter, I discover in the other another myself: You like this? So do I; you don’t like that? Neither do I!" (Barthes) And the tragedy: "I love you, but because I love something in you that is more than you, that is not in you, in loving you I mutilate you." (Lacan)

       Thus we are dominated not only by our traumatic birth-in-love, but by the unbridgeable separation which it manifests—Not only the (immediate and future) loss of you (you were lost to me the moment I started loving you), but the immediate (and future) loss of my self. 

And this is the great threat of love, the nature of its great wounding: Love is always a threat to the I: “I have projected myself into the other with such power that when I am without the other I cannot recover myself, regain myself: I am lost, forever.”(Barthes) Love displaces, disrupts, splits. It subjects through division. Love is dangerous because it proposes an impossibility: a deracination of the self.