Cult G: "Each one of us has his own rhythm of suffering"

Liza Michaeli (University of California, Berkeley)
. . .writes Roland Barthes. Rarely is this anguish manifest. When it is, we hear it in the voice, we see it in the gait, the eyes which reveal the depth with which you've lived. This is the eros of pain, the subtle gesture by which life makes itself known. It is also the basis for any real connection with one another, originating in an archaic need, the longing to be seen. So let us interpret how a person in pain walks and speaks, the tragically untold depth. And how it becomes told. An entanglement builds. For "love," writes Iris Murdoch, "is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."