Desire acts on the will directing it towards the restoration of an earlier state of integration, but every intervention adds a further layer of disorder and so any such return is ruled out by the very fact of being wanted. But reintegrations do take place, unhoped for and without warning, by a sort of grace which momentarily suspends the will. And such moments are seized upon by the mind and become objects of desire in turn with all the attendant mechanisms of individuation, the ways of managing desire in a social context, endlessly ramifying, so that at the end of it you find yourself wondering if anything happened at all. Desiring to desire is as futile as desiring not to desire, there is no way to keep this simple once it has been touched by thought.