ABSTRACT
Some years ago, well into the analysis of a borderline patient, it seemed that her frequent emotional storms – occasions of profound fragmentation – were a curious object of desire. When emotionally upset by something recollected from her life or something I said or did not say, did or did not do, her feelings rocketed into that enraged homing intensity typical of the borderline person except that she was insightful enough to let me know that once the experience arrived it was feverishly embraced. What does this mean and what can it tell us about some, if not all, borderline people?
