What You Really Desire Is Not the Objects of the Neighbor

What modern persons finally seek from each other, Girard says, is the sense of really existing. Cut off from any vital contact with God, deceit, desire, and the novel become gods for one another only fleetingly. Mimetic desire pursues an illusion; this makes it at once urgent and insatiable. The race is intense, but there's no finish line. It gets worse and worse when you have no objective element.