The Obstructed Dialectic: An Hegelian Perspective on Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is a mental disorder characterized by inviolable beliefs, mental intrusions and repetitive behaviors that together create a cycle of fixation and doubt. What the sufferer seeks is the solid ground of certainty; yet in pursuing it he undermines that very aim. Each compulsion, meant to secure assurance, ultimately drives certainty further away. And still, there

She Stands Alone She stands alone, a single bulb lighting an entire room, the walls curved into her private sphere. No doors. No windows. No-one can break in. Her world is the only world and all things lie within her scope, sealed within her soul. Solitary appetites she pursues in consecrated isolation, in this her sacristy, her prison, her cell — an inside with no conceivable outside.

Private Language In / creasing thought, the self doubles / folds inwards, suppose a private language against the world’s shared grammar — self-authored, a book written for no . one. A page torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the letter ‘i’ faintly printed. Such is the pain of the man who yearns for his whole self between the covers of biography and meets only estrangement.

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The Selfish Self I am my world – A world apart. Apart from me there is nothing. The world is mine. It arises from the uniqueness of my life. My life is the world and the world Is how things stand. And how things stand is my life – And only my life. What counts is me. I number myself: A one wrapped inside a zero. I stand alone, a single bulb Lighting the whole room, Enclosed by walls that are my sphere. I have no doors or windows. No

What the Mirror Said I am the image and you are the body. In the mirror we appear complete; We are whole: two as one. For a few moments I am riveted To your body and you are stuck with me. But when you go away, I am left without a trace, without a face, Without a form. I am deposed. I do not know how to create life From within my own. I am only a passing dream of yourself. I have only your absence – and the furniture in the room – to reflect on. Without you I am in

Presentation of Self I am only fully actual when determined in all of my parts, when I am the sum of all predicates that can be attributed to me. Only then I am fully cognized and known as I truly am. May I present myself as the Absolute I?

Irked Like a sacred text folded in on itself, a page half torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the letter ‘i’ faintly printed. A little extra work to do.

Thinking Therefore I Am Seeing this house, that tree, the sky – my experience is already in accord with certain classes of thought*. World anterior to thought occluded, excluded. Vision unfree, bound by laws and logic, and I am unfree with it. So where is freedom? Nowhere, for to point to it in terms of there is to think of space. And to think of it in terms of when is to think of time. And so? The solution? Drop the agenda! The self that asks these questions is the self t

An Idle King I am an idle king, a hollow king With the wind and sea at my back, Whose shade walks among the dread bones of Hades. My ghostly beard is long, long. Once in time I left my island home With a glut of fishermen, meat and libations; But bad fortune found us Amidst the seas And we were not ready. I do not exist, oh moon. I do not exist, oh little stars. And yet I have dreams In which I sing with a voice, But even that is small, dry and pale. I wait for the gods to co