Always, I love someone because I'm in love with somebody else. That's why, in analysis, love is slapped with a certain inauthenticity. It can seem that psychoanalysis cheapens love, that it proceeds to a degradation of love. To be in love is to get lost in a labyrinth.
Love is labyrinthine.
Through the paths of love you lose your way, you lose yourself. Yet analysis follows the path of love. There is no analysis without transference. This was technical advice given by post-Freudian psychoanalysts, that the analyst abstain from any interpretation before transference is established. The analyst's very practice emphasizes, exploits the automatic aspect of love.