Knowledge in the between

Modern illusion sells us knowledge as an individual possession, something we can accumulate and store in the confines of our mind, like treasures kept in a private vault. Or it promises us collective knowledge, a sum of shared information that would float above subjectivities. Both fantasies miss the true nature of knowledge that psychoanalysis reveals to us.

The knowledge that matters, that truly touches something of truth, emerges precisely in that intermediate space where the subject meets the Other. It's neither mine nor yours, neither inside nor outside: it dwells in that 'between' produced in the analytic encounter. It's a knowledge that is enjoyed in the very act of its emergence, in that fleeting moment where something of truth is spoken without having been thought.

This is why true analytic knowledge cannot be written in manuals or transmitted as information. It's a knowledge produced in the encounter, enjoyed in the very instant of its appearance, and belonging to that intersubjective space where the unconscious makes its fleeting appearances. It's not knowledge that one has, but knowledge that occurs in the between.