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UNTOUCHABILITY

by Marcus Steinweg

The truth of love is experienced rather than known. „It is in the deepest part of the lure that the sensation of truth comes to rest“ (Roland Barthes). A feeling which relies on the absence rather than presence of the other, on the distance between the two lovers, on the rift which is their truth, their shared aporia. Truth would be the name of an absolute unfamiliarity, and love would mean the opening towards the limit of the knowable in the experience of its ontological fragility. The love that extends the self into the other and the other into the self, defines itself as „access to the inaccessible“ (Jean-Luc Nancy), as a touch of its untouchability: untouchability of the other as well as myself. Touch in which thought touches itself, „without being itself, coming to itself without self“ (J.-L. Nancy), that is, without profiting from the stability of a substantial self. Because the touch retains an infinitesimal distance to what is touched, it happens by not happening. Instead of being a factual contact, it is a „tangency without contact“ (J.-L. Nancy). Instead of taking possession of something or someone, it articulates itself as the impossibility of possession: „You hold nothing; you are unable to hold or retain anything, and that is precisely what you must love and know. That is what there is of a knowledge and a love. Love what escapes you. Love the one who goes. Love that he goes.“ No encounter into which error wouldn’t remain inscribed, no presence without absence. No reference, to use another one of Blanchot’s terms, which wouldn’t be „rapport sans/without rapport“. To touch means to touch upon something vanishing, which, just like a ghost, eludes being touched. Love exists solely as the love of ghosts. Two subjects test their boundaries by dissolving themselves towards the boundlessness of the other. The other’s presence always falters between presence and absence. A ghost is there without being there and the other way around. The same holds true for the loved one. Here and simultaneously elsewhere, ephemeral yet present.

 

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