"I have nothing to say, so I say"

what is possible to say as a half-truth?

Abstract

It is impossible to say everything, or everything, because in truth it is not all because of its structure. It is only possible to semi-tell the truth, because the structure itself carries a real thing. There is a discrepancy or a fictitious marriage between knowledge and truth, because knowledge pays a dowry to marry truth because it seeks jouissance, of course. In other words, there is always an attempt to reiterate a loss of jouissance, so let us know that the truth is the heart of jouissance. The analyst attempts to access this truth, but the only possibility is semi-disclosed, since its structure is also fictional. Through these semi-tell, it is possible to go through the fundamental fantasy that creates a mark of jouissance and a value of truth by contingency. In analysis, we can build that fundamental and written fantasy that fez littoral, or seja, is trying to historisterize. There is a fundamental disagreement for every falant being: “whatever is said is forgotten behind what is said in what is heard” or “there is no sexual relationship”: there is an impossibility to write the sexual relationship, but, paradoxically, there will always be a attempt to wwrite it. Will it be a path from love to truth to love to castration? How to love that distance, that fence? It seems to us that here everything is placed at question around the pass: it is not so interesting that it appears at the end of the analysis, but not the moment of turning, of the advent of the analyst's desire, of the passage from analyzing the analyst, or of the inaugural act.