While the subject of narcissism – incapable of loving, because it loves nothing but itself or what it thinks is its self – grinds itself up in the conflict between its objective being and its ideal image, playing out this conflict as singular tragedy, the subject of love is confronted with the ordeal of suspending its factual identity as well as its projections in order to open the space of experience for real love. Let’s call this suspension an opening up towards a void which confronts the subjects entangled in the love experience with the incommensurability of their respective freedom.