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Consider the parent and the child. The parent who gives the child everything—no limits, no bedtimes, no “no”—is not loving. They are indulging their own need to be the adored, omnipotent provider. The parent who casts off their own fear of being hated, who says “You cannot run into the street” or “You must share,” is performing a small, daily castration of the child’s primal will. The child weeps. The child feels the loss of omnipotence. And that loss is the first lesson in how to be with others.

The philosopher and mystic Simone Weil wrote of “decreation”—the process of making ourselves nothing so that God (or Love, or the Other) might exist in us. “To empty ourselves of our own will,” she wrote, “is to become like a vacuum in which God can act.” castration-is-love

That is the severing that saves. That is the wound that works. That is love. Consider the parent and the child

Yet, buried within this grotesque paradox lies one of the most profound spiritual and psychological truths about mature love. Not the love of greeting cards or Hollywood’s three-act structure, but the love that shapes —the love that limits, prunes, and kills so that something greater might live. The parent who casts off their own fear

This loss—this castration—is the price of civilization. And it is also the price of love.