L'Éclosion de la lamelle.

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"Whenever the membranes of the egg in which the foetus emerges on its way to becoming a new-born are broken, imagine for a moment that something flies off, and that one can do it with an egg as easily as with a man, namely the hommelette, or the lamella.

The lamella is something extra-flat, which moves like the amoeba. 

It is just a little more complicated. 

But it goes everywhere. 

And as it is something—I will tell you shortly why—that is related to what the sexed being loses in sexuality.  

It is, like the amoeba in relation to sexed beings: immortal. 

Because it survives any division, any scissiparous intervention. 

And it can run around.

Well! This is not very reassuring. 

But suppose it comes and envelopes your face while you are quietly asleep . . .

I can't see how we would not join battle with a being capable of these properties. 

But it would not be a very convenient battle. 

This lamella, this organ, whose characteristic is not to exist, but which is nevertheless an organ—I can give you more details as to its zoological place—is the libido.

It is the libido, qua pure life instinct, that is to say, immortal life, or irrepressible life, life that has need of no organ, simplified, indestructible life. 

It is precisely what is subtracted from the living being by virtue of the fact that it is subject to the cycle of sexed reproduction. 

And it is of this that all the forms of the objet a that can be enumerated are the representatives, the equivalents."

Jacques Lacan, "From Love to the Libido", Seminar XI: The Four Fundamental Concepts of Psychoanalysis, France, 29 May 1964.

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"It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. 

Horror. 

Horror has a face. 

And you must make a friend of horror. 

Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.

I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. 

We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We'd left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio. And this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't say. 

We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. 

There they were, in a pile - a pile of little arms. 

And I remember, I...I...I cried I wept like some... grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget.

And then I realized - like I was shot, like I was shot with a diamond, a diamond bullet right through my forehead. 

And I thought, 'My God, the genius of that. The genius.' 

The WILL to do that. 

Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. 

And then I realized...they were stronger than me because they could stand it. These were not monsters. These were men -- trained cadres. 

These men who fought with their hearts who have families, who have children, who are filled with love - that they had the strength...

...the strength... to do that. 

If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. 

You have to have men who are moral and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill - without feeling, without passion, without judgment - without judgment. 

Because it's judgment that defeats us."

- Colonel Kurtz - "Apocalypse Now" (Adapted from Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness").

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