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 Both stable love and stable hate precede the objects.

I reached this conclusion introspecting.  I have, by the way, found that Wim Hof breathing gets me drunk enough for me to have learned, largely, how to forego the real thing.  

But laying there in a breath hold, all sorts of interesting thoughts and feelings course through me.  I am a large man–256 this morning–but I can get a tad over two minutes, which is not bad, especially considering I am doing it the correct way, as I understand it, on a full exhale.

What I feel is there is hate in me.  Hate, as I have commented, is the combination of anger and shame, which are two of the three “colors” of the amygdala (rage is anger and fear, and craven conformity the outcome of fear and shame, with all three playing prominent roles in all authoritarian regimes).

Hate of this sort, of the wounded sort, of the traumatic sort, has no object.  It seeks and finds objects in its vicinity.  It is pernicious particularly in the intelligent, since it is not hard at all to rationalize the feeling ex post facto without realizing one has the process backwards, in terms of what actually happened psychodynamically.  Most, and more likely all, of Antifa works like this.

And what I feel is that addiction, for me, and I think for many people, is a sort of small suicide in which I kill rather than express what is hurtful in me.  I drown it in alcohol.  I dim my light.  I extinguish my flame, for a time, rather than risk full exposure.

And I think addicts always have a sort of split in them, a dual personality, in which neither element is really honest, really open, and really true.  One is more honest than the other, but the reality is blood and pain, and people like me rarely are even ABLE to get there, much less able to resolve these sorts of things.  You toggle back and forth between one personality element which is not addicted–the one that sends you to AA meetings–and one which is, without resolution.  This is why too much is never enough.  Too much never gets it done.  Too much feels like it should work, but it never does.  That’s why you increase the dose.  It’s all just on the wrong frequency.  It’s not even really close.  It has no hope of working, even if it kills you.

I’m not sure what I am saying here makes sense, but I do feel there is something useful here at least in seed form.