People speak of desire as if it were a talisman to ward off repression, inauthenticity, futility and regret, or else they speak of the desire to desire, roguishly suggesting that all desire is more or less of this reflexive form. The idea is perhaps a rather passive inflection of the equally reflexive will to power. There is a certain decadence in these forms, a failure of appetite certainly, but still more a failure of the surrender of appetite, a fixation on the cupio, as in cupio ergo sum, I want therefore I am. If it were just a matter of existing, you could exist more keenly through refraining from wanting, or withholding desire, but this cuts no mimetic ice. Desire enlists you in its care for its goal, but once attained it seems to brush you off. If you long to repeat the experience is that longing more authentically 'yours' or is it merely the larva of spent desire.