一座演化中的島嶼

The subject exists only inasmuch as it identifies with an ideal other who is the speaking other, the other insofar as he speaks. A ghost, a symbolic formation beyond the mirror, this Other who is indeed the size of a Master, is a magnet for identification because he is neither an object of need nor one of desire. The Ego ideal includes the Ego on account of the love that this Ego has for it and thus unifies it, restrains its drives, turn it into a Subject. An Ego is a body to be put to death, or at least to be deferred, for the love of the Other and so that Myself can be. Love is a death sentence that causes me to be. When death, which is intrinsic to amorous passion, takes place in reality and carries away the body of one of the lovers, it is at its most unbearable; the surviving lover then realizes the abyss that separate the imaginary death that he experienced in his passion from the relentless reality from which love had forever set he apart: saved ...
-- Julia Kristeva, Tales of Love