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Living under a totalitarian regime demands a painful exercise in psychic self-mutilation. To maintain an appearance of normality, the subject must perform complex internal surgery, carefully sectioning off those parts of themselves that could endanger their survival. This split is not merely an act of prudence, but a profound self-inflicted violence that fragments the integrity of being, creating watertight compartments between what is seen, what is known, and what can be said.


The supposed "well-being" achieved through this self-amputation comes at an exorbitant cost. Each day requires an elaborate exercise in selective amnesia, a sophisticated system of self-imposed blind spots, a precise choreography of silences and omissions. The person becomes an expert in the art of not seeing the obvious, of not naming the unnameable, of not feeling what must not be felt. This precarious balance consumes an immense amount of psychic energy, leaving little space for true personal development.


In this context, psychoanalysis encounters its fundamental limit. As a practice based on the possibility of saying everything, of freely exploring the darkest corners of the psyche, analytic work becomes practically impossible where speech is chained. Freedom of expression is not merely a political framework for psychoanalysis, but its most basic condition of possibility. Without the ability to name what is real, to articulate pain and truth, the analytic process becomes just another way of sustaining the split, rather than healing it.

 
 
 


In the relentless narrative of contemporary capitalism, the imperative to "be a winner" has profoundly transformed our relationship with others. We no longer see our fellow humans as companions in the human experience, but merely as obstacles to overcome, stepping stones to trample in our ascent to the summit of success. This metamorphosis of perspective turns every human interaction into a potential battle, every encounter into an opportunity for domination.


The neighbor vanishes as a subject and materializes only as a marker of our own triumph. Their function is reduced to being the living testimony of our superiority, the broken mirror reflecting our "victory." In this perverse zero-sum game, personal affirmation is achieved only through the negation of the other, turning the construction of our own greatness into an exercise in the systematic demolition of others' humanity.


This destructive logic reveals the central paradox of our era: in the obsessive pursuit of individual success, we lose precisely what makes us truly human - the capacity to recognize and value humanity in others. Victory thus becomes a form of existential defeat, where the "winner" ends up reigning over a desert of authentic human connections, celebrating a triumph that is, in reality, evidence of their own spiritual impoverishment.


 
 
 


En la narrativa implacable del capitalismo contemporáneo, el imperativo de "ser un ganador" ha transformado profundamente nuestra relación con el otro. Ya no vemos en nuestros semejantes a compañeros de viaje en la experiencia humana, sino meros obstáculos a superar, escalones que pisar en nuestra ascensión hacia la cumbre del éxito. Esta metamorfosis de la mirada convierte cada interacción humana en una potencial batalla, cada encuentro en una oportunidad de dominación.


El prójimo se desvanece como sujeto y se materializa únicamente como un marcador de nuestro propio triunfo. Su función se reduce a ser el testimonio viviente de nuestra superioridad, el espejo roto donde se refleja nuestra "victoria". En este perverso juego de suma cero, la afirmación personal solo se logra a través de la negación del otro, convirtiendo la construcción de la propia grandeza en un ejercicio de demolición sistemática de la humanidad ajena.


Esta lógica destructiva revela la paradoja central de nuestra época: en la búsqueda obsesiva del éxito individual, perdemos precisamente aquello que nos hace verdaderamente humanos - la capacidad de reconocer y valorar la humanidad en el otro. La victoria se convierte así en una forma de derrota existencial, donde el "ganador" termina reinando sobre un desierto de conexiones humanas auténticas, celebrando un triunfo que es, en realidad, la evidencia de su propio empobrecimiento espiritual.

 
 
 
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