The incurable wound

The fantasy of achieving total, definitive knowledge that will finally complete us is perhaps the last illusion that analysis must strip away. There is no mythical moment when all the pieces will fit together, when we will finally understand everything and the division that inhabits us will be sutured. Analysis does not progress toward a final synthesis, but toward the recognition of a more unsettling truth: the division between subject and knowledge is insurmountable.

This fracture is not an accident in our constitution, a defect that could be corrected with enough analysis or understanding. It is the very condition of our subjectivity, the price we pay for being speaking beings. The language that constitutes us as subjects is the same that introduces this irreparable division. There is no return to a mythical completeness, because such completeness never existed.

What analysis offers us is not a happy ending where everything makes sense, but the possibility of a different relationship with this constitutive division. Learning to inhabit it not as a flaw to overcome, but as the very space where our truth can unfold. Incompleteness is not the failure of analysis, but its truest horizon.