I was thinking about something Zizek said about love and duty. He said "the opposition of love and duty is surpassed when one feels duty itself to be the 'other name for love'. By means of reversal- the negation of love, coincides with supreme love which abolishes all other 'pathological loves, or, in order to express oneself in Lacanian terms, it functions as the point de capiton in relation to all other 'ordinary' loves. The tension between duty and love, between purity of duty and indecency (the pathalogical obsenity of love/passion), is resolved at the moment when one has experienced the radically obscene character of duty itself."
I kind of think there is a perverse nature in all of our art. Like, how we are juggling these invisible commodities and their personal worth. And that we weigh these with some of the most critical components in our lives? Not that I agree with everything that Zizek says. It seems to be relevant though. I know that I grapple with that void.
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