Care as a name for the unnameable ground of existing is perfectly poised between love and desire, the sacred and profane forms of care, you ight say. Care cares about all sorts of things, but as a ground it must care most of all for care itself. The same circularity applies to love and to desire. While mostly these fall prey to the shattered and refracted forms of object-formation, they each have an indelible core of truth.