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This paper is a reminder that the regressive submission in treatment that centers on the cultivation and examination of transference gives rise to regressive dependency, to expectations of blissful, omnipotent, and sexual miraculous fulfillment—and of the intense hatred we all felt as children toward the inevitable failure of even the best of parents to provide eternal bliss and life.
I have to have all space and time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule and horror of having developed an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time And make two lovers happy.
My first epigraph underlines what it means not to be able to control space and time.
Several years ago, my office partner and friend of many years suddenly became ill and had to retire. My patients—some quickly, others only after weeks of denial—noticed his absence and the disappearance