Thursday, July 4, 2019

Drive to the ideal-ego



Those things which seem to drive the conscious world, from the “imaginary,” that place or order (within what is known as Lacanian terms as registers), are there to motivate or even frighten one into a place of carrying on, or of traversing the lived-out space of one’s conscious reality  Whether or not one is frightened by a flash of fear or goes about life driven by other motivational forces or propensities, the imaginary is filled with thought to be expectations, experiences, or perspectives of the other or others.  It is too likely that one would experience affective worlds and emotional realms which are the internally perceived visions and thoughts of the other.  The perceptions about the other’s or others’ as not being real is a hoax, when it is the experience of many that they don’t know what drives them either in the world of dreams or the world of the felt, tactile, kinesthetic and actualized experience.  The imaginary order or register captures the forces that propel individuals into life and away from some unreal pattern of behaviors that are affected by a real world.  The imaginary is just as real yet not “unreal,” the effect that it has on the order or disorder of life.  The flash of light that can startle one into the motions of life seems at time either capricious or nondirective as it can be, yet pushes me to yearn for and expect to participate in the presumed fate it has nudged me toward.   So that is what I am left with, in essence a yearning, not for a specificity or known world of fact, but a world of imagined intents and expectations of the other(s).   Within me resides something from without which I cannot express in language, yet is very much linked to a law or grammar of its own.  The drive I have can at times feel lax or at times might be experienced as directive. But, as Heidegger would have it, this “anxiety” which drives people to the “authentic self” some transpersonal ideal self, the ideal ego, to use Lacanian terms, is imbibed in to order our life.  





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