TL;DR: Psychic and physical suffering irrigates your life. What to do? As a speaking being, open up to and repose in the other.
'All plenitude turns out to be inscribed upon a "void" which is simply what remains when the overabundance of meaning, desire, violence, and anguish is drained by means of language.'
'Toward the end of therapy there is a moment of paranoia: "I am alone, hence I am the creator." Tragically, some analysands get no further than this. But the real end of analysis, if indeed the process ever ends, is more likely that which comes after the period of disillusionment, when a certain playfulness of spirit returns: "I am someone else, I cannot say who. There are things that cannot be said, and I am entitled to play around with them so that I can understand them better." Perversion is thus tamed, if you will. I am indeed alone, like no other person. Knowing this, I can also play for real, for keeps, at forming bonds: creating communities, helping others, loving, losing.'
'Analytic discourse speaks of a humanity that is willing to lose in order to know itself as pure loss and thus pay its debts to the Almighty; it aims for tenuous, temporary ties and relationships. Analysis is a means of transition from trust to separation. I give my heart, then I reclaim it in order to risk it once more, ad infinitum. I am always prepared to be pushed off center without tragedy and with sufficient pleasure that I am ready afterward to renew relations with others.'
'Who are we? Grownups who attempt to rely on our own strengths, made available by the ability of language to reach even the most inaccessible traces of instinct and the most troubling representations of desire.'