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“The depressed narcissist mourns not an Object but the Thing. Let me posit the "Thing" as the real that does not lend itself to signification, the center of attraction and repulsion, seat of the sexuality from which the object of desire will become separated... the Thing is an imagined sun, bright and black at the same time.”

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Black Sun

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Julia Kristeva
Julia Kristeva

Julia Kristeva, born on June 24, 1941, is a renowned French philosopher. Her academic research focuses on psychoanalysis, feminism, and semiotics, having a profound impact on contemporary culture. more

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