ABSTRACT
Psychoanalysis is regarded with some suspicion because it lasts too long: the patient revels in it, sinks into the process, and does not emerge. Life is preferable, the force of circumstances, a truth that slips in like a lizard seeking the sun. And like the lizard, it quickly vanishes. Why the missed pleasures, the unhappinesses that are encountered? Is it that we do not know how to look or to listen, or that we do not want to pay attention? We try to forget by keeping busy, assuring ourselves that all will be well. We yield to myths, launch into a mirage of action. And so, under various guises, the same drama is repeated endlessly. By postponing rather than dismissing action, psychoanalysis directs the myths and paves the way towards truth, so that one day, perhaps only for one instant, the ‘hidden god’ may be glimpsed.
