It seems that intimacy is now being commodified and devalued. There are over 100 billion connected objects in the world, tracking every piece of data on the assumption that intimacy is quantifiable, that everything has meaning and that data tells the truth. The result is the negation of tormented, open, gaping, oceanic intimacy and the injunction to personal happiness. Intimacy carries within it the trace of a total, almost sacred relationship with the other, and then it becomes what separates and what refuses to accept the omnipotence of the other. It is the possibility of a border, an irreducible boundary between self and other, who becomes different. This awareness of otherness will also become awareness of the possibility of the subject in its most radical sense.