“Projecting the abjection that haunts us onto the Other: how do we avoid ceding to this, which nourishes our phantasms and sometimes our mass graves?… The ego-flesh would have to confront its torment, take it up in itself, instead of projecting it outside of itself: from that hole of jouissance in which the Thing pulses, from where that ancient wound was, I must come forth to myself and to my body—but I will be able to do so only if I had already been there, only if I recognized this wound as mine, and this unnamable Thing as the flesh of my flesh.”