This loss—this castration—is the price of civilization. And it is also the price of love.
This is the final, terrifying grace of the metaphor. because only the castrated can truly see. The intact ego sees everything through the lens of acquisition: “How does this serve me? How can I use this? How can I avoid loss?”
To encounter the phrase “castration is love” is to be immediately repelled. The modern mind, steeped in the language of self-help, boundary-setting, and empowerment, hears only violence. Castration is the ultimate violation of agency, the theft of power, the reduction of the phallus—and by extension, the self—to a wound.