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All creation is really a re-creation of a once loved and once whole, but now lost and ruined object, a ruined internal world and self. It is when the world within us is destroyed, when it is dead and loveless, when our loved ones are in fragments, and we ourselves in helpless despair—it is then that we must re-create our world anew, reassemble the pieces, infuse life into dead fragments, re- create life.

You lose das Ding—or more precisely, you fantasize about having lost das Ding—and then every subsequent loss is in some ways a repetition of that primary loss, which means that you’re working through that loss with every additional loss you experience. I would in fact go as far as to say that the Lacanian subject is intrinsically melancholic, because it’s born from a loss that can never be redeemed for the simple reason that it only exists as a retroactive fantasy.