... if being seen by someone as an object is disconcerting in various degrees, the rare instances when someone else sees us as a subject is tremendous. This is why the look of our mother or lover can make us suddenly feel at home in the world: as Iris Murdoch put it, love is the painful realisation that other people, other subjects, exist. When we experience such love our self-consciousness as subjects is affirmed.
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