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  • Writer: Admin
    Admin
  • May 8
  • 1 min read

The word 'I' is a late elaboration; long before learning it, the child has already mapped their existence in a universe of sensations that define their boundaries. This sensory map is the true proto-language of being.



First Inscriptions


Before we acquire language to name ourselves, before reason elaborates complex narratives about our identity, the body has already begun to trace the primordial contours of being. This sensory cartography precedes any abstraction, any verbal construction of the self. We are first a tactile experience, a sensation of boundaries, a set of perceptions that delineate where I end and the other begins.


The infant who cannot yet say "I" already experiences their separate existence through sensations: the hunger that tenses their entrails, the well-being that follows satisfaction, the pain that circumscribes a specific zone of their corporality. These sensory experiences constitute the raw material of consciousness. The skin, the material frontier between being and world, becomes the first canvas where identity is drawn through the registration of countless contacts, caresses, pressures, and temperatures.


This primeval bodily inscription persists as a permanent substrate even when we develop more sophisticated representations of ourselves. Deep analysis reveals how, beneath layers of intellectual elaboration, this foundational somatic memory always underlies. Patients with identity disorders frequently manifest alterations in their body schema, evidencing that when the original bodily representation is distorted, the entire subsequent architecture of the self falters.




 
 
 
  • Writer: Admin
    Admin
  • May 6
  • 1 min read

The body never stays silent; what varies is our ability to decipher its eloquent silence or interpret its desperate screams.


Eloquence of silence


We listen to words while ignoring symphonies. Our ears, trained to capture articulated language, remain deaf to the most ancient and constant discourse: that of the body. This tireless transmitter broadcasts without rest, sending signals that exceed any conscious censorship, revealing truths that words would never confess.


Corporeality constitutes our first mode of symbolic existence, preceding speech and more honest than it. Paradoxically, the more we try to silence the body, the more eloquent its manifestations become: the physical symptom shouts what the mouth keeps quiet. Blushing betrays, trembling confesses, muscular tension reveals the internal battles we wage against ourselves. No social mask manages to completely silence this living text.


The contemporary analyst knows they must develop bifocal listening: simultaneously attending to verbal content and the bodily narrative that accompanies, contradicts, or complements it. When both registers diverge, the body often carries the truth closest to the unconscious. Effective interpretation requires this double reading, this deciphering of a primitive alphabet that precedes any linguistic elaboration. Bodily silence contains the primordial grammar of being.



 
 
 
  • Writer: Admin
    Admin
  • May 3
  • 1 min read

We freeze the instant with substances to avoid being rewritten, while time continues running and we remain behind, immobile and obsolete.


Anchored to the Instant


Addicted to the same moment, we suspend the tyranny of time that mercilessly inscribes its novelty upon us. Faced with the vertigo of existing as perpetually rewritten tablets, the substance promises an eternal present where nothing changes while everything remains exactly the same. The chemical refuge protects us from the fundamental terror: being a surface where becoming inscribes its relentless cruelty.


The addict constructs temporal paradoxes: the more immobile they remain in their jouissance, the more rapidly they disintegrate as subjects. Their body, transformed into a monument to a petrified instant, celebrates the absence of movement while deteriorating at devastating speeds. Physical destruction is the price for this peculiar victory over temporality that threatens to constantly transform us.


Contemporary clinical practice confronts this existential dilemma disguised as a chemical problem. The analyst must reintroduce the temporal dimension where drugs have installed chemical parentheses, helping the subject tolerate the anguish of being a canvas modified by time. Learning to inhabit movement proves more healing than any artificial stability.




 
 
 
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