The infinite

The infinite whole, the Real; that which one witnesses in a shadowy form, but not even the shadow itself, just a glance.  This discussion (among psychoanalysts and philosophers) witnesses to something bothersome to me.   As I consider the ability to grasp concepts larger than or beyond our capacities as persons, I am reminded of how liminal these ideas are for those who understand personhood   to be primarily informed by basic survival techniques.  I am reminded that appropriate food, shelter, safety and physical health are preliminary conditions that persons seek.   But, there is something which I believe must be attended to before these can even be considered; it is psychological certainty.  The question is: where does one find the source that fulfils such a need.   Certainty is not to be found in the imaginary, or in the symbolic.  In other words, those things that are represented to us, impressions of the inner and outer world, are fluid, intangible, and lead to uncertainty.  So the source cannot be found, unless we experience it as real. Real is an order or register that Jacques Lacan theorized, as well the Imaginary and Symbolic.  Conceptually we have an object of desire, all of us do, and the seeking of the object our desire is fundamental to our existence.  The flash of terror which happens just behind me indicates to me that there is something I desire which I can only see vaguely, over my shoulder at a glance.  I need not seek my desire though, because it is in search of me.