1.

How do you prevent a person from being realized? How to turn him into a thing?

This requires a single meeting. A single lock on a cell - or crypt - that is almost impossible to open.

"Live for others. Put your life on the altar of their demands and expectations."

There is no more reliable way to deprive a person of his desires. His destiny. His life. After all, it is the highest good and the highest moral law to live for others. Everything else is disgusting selfishness. An amazingly effective, deadly trap. When everyone lives for the sake of others, what is left in the end? What is left if everyone steps on the throat of their own song, chops off their wings to the roots-wow, everything is for others? An empty, gutted, mutilated soul. An empty soul lives for the sake of other empty souls. The unfulfilled live for the sake of the unfulfilled. The dead for the sake of the dead.

The highest moral law turns out to be the law of death, which affirms death, which puts it on a pedestal. And over this realm of death, four giants stand like angels with swords of fire. The first is guilt, the second is envy, the third is jealousy, and the fourth is rivalry. A perfect trap. A brilliant invention of the Kingdom of Mothers.

2.

We are wounded. We are born with trauma and grow out of trauma. Some to a greater or lesser extent - but there is no one who is exempt from the cup of suffering.

But...

Suffering is only a prelude. The most important thing happens later - how we deal with trauma. And this is where the flowers of evil bloom in full bloom. Evil begins with the avoidance of trauma. Evil begins with such a natural and understandable desire not to suffer. Isn't it? Hardly anyone will argue with the obvious.

The trouble is that avoiding and protecting ourselves from suffering does not save us from it, but rather makes it eternal. And they make us blind to their meaning. Because suffering is not about how and what kind of harm was done to us. Suffering is about how we ourselves created the conditions and circumstances for suffering to surround us and follow us like a comet's gas and dust tail. Followed... why?

So that we do not see. So that we do not consider. So that we do not realize that suffering fulfills our secret desire to merge forever with the womb. To dissolve in it. Suffering here is just a defense mechanism that throws us back to the archaic fetal narcissism. Attractive, oceanic, carrying an irresistible illusion of omnipotence and immortality. It is this fetal narcissism that turns out to be the main beneficiary of our defenses against suffering.

For the sake of this narcissism, we sacrifice opportunities, chances, our autonomous being, and ultimately, ourselves. Every time we say "I won't let it happen, it will never happen again," we throw another bleeding piece of our life to the fetal narcissism and the womb behind it. Well? Are you satisfied?

3.

The desire for this unites everyone...

Jacques Lacan said that it is only this directed toward us that makes us real.

It's about love.

I could quote Lacan's precise but hermetic words about the essence of love. But now I will turn to Bradbury's words: "love is when two are freer than one."

But that is why there is an almost indistinguishable double of love.

This double turns out to be for us something like cheese in a mousetrap.

This double is a mother's love.

After all, love is unconditional acceptance of another, right?

The big question is: what "other"?

A mother's love, indeed, certainly fully accepts each of us.

As an individual.

As a set of functions that ensure the preservation of the family.

A mother's love is the power of "immortal generic plasma" (in Freud's words), which supports the generic element and is deadly for the individual.

And the danger of a mother's love is that it skillfully disguises itself as acceptance of us as individuals.

This is a deception.

We are hooked on maternal love like a powerful drug. We are sure, convinced by our body's reactions, that we will die without such love.

In the bosom of maternal love, we receive the illusion of immortality as individuals. Hence the addictive attraction to her.

And now we are ready to do anything to get the drug we want. To give up ourselves. To nothingness. To dissolve in the womb. After all, if we don't dissolve, we will certainly die.

Yes, we will die.

As an individual.

To be reborn as a person. As a unique, irreducible, irreducible being.

Love (real love, not maternal love) kills us as individuals, recreating us as individuals. And that is why we are so afraid of love, because it comes to us as death.

And we hide from love in the bosom of a mother's love. To disappear, to bury ourselves as a person.