As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
“To each ego its object, to each superego its abject. It is not the white expanse or slack boredom of repression, not the translations and transformations of desire that wrench bodies, nights, and discourse; rather it is a brutish suffering that, “I” puts up with, sublime and devastated… I endure it, for I imagine that such is the desire of the other.”
Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection