Love can consume a person, and in return, the person will savor love. A wonderful circle, really. Yet, how is it possible to distinguish love from fantasy? In song, the uncertainty surfaces:
… ‘every time I see I see you baby, I wonder, is it love or is it fantasy.’
The psychodynamic implications of this question lead directly to one branch of the object-relations theorists. These folks state that infants, as well as adults, have a rich fantasy life. In the emotional development from child to adult, the fantasies are not lost, but covered over by ego-based requirements of day-to- day, pragmatic life. The richness is still there. It is simply repressed.
Perhaps, the fantasy-based volcano that is repressed by the needs and requirements of ‘responsible, adult life’ erupts when something like ‘love’ tickles it. We call it love because that is romantic, desirable, and leads to wonderful things that provide pleasure as well as perpetuate the species.
Yet maybe it is all fantasy that is connected to the drama and intrigue of our infant mind. Perhaps we are all simply acting out the calamity of seeking the breast that once gave us both comfort and sustenance.
So tell me,
IS IT LOVE, OR IS IT FANTASY?
deorre






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