“Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.”—(via sinking-with-society)
The Real is not something out there which forever eludes us, i.e. ‘we cannot grasp it,’ ‘it’s too strong,’ whatever, ‘we forever fail,’ ‘every symbolization fails,’ ‘you try to grasp it, it eludes your grasp…’
The Real is the thing to which you cannot ever get a direct access, but it’s also the obstacle itself — what prevents you from getting the access to reality…
…the blind spot in your eye, what disturbs your image of reality is the Real. The obstacle in you which prevents you from seeing the way things are and things-in-themselves — they are the same.
What out there avoids you is here what prevents you [from getting it] — so that the Real is not out there avoiding you; the Real is your gaze itself; the partial character of your gaze itself.
”—Zizek [loosely quoted] on “the Lacanian Real,” Lecture 6, London 2006 (via sinthematica)