If I do not know who I am, I’ll be exploited by rascals.
The desire to know oneself bespeaks a direct connection to the universal intelligence. Men who desire to know themselves begin to feel alienated from tribal, religious and political concerns. They lose their opinions.
I cannot know who I am until I’m clear about who I’m not. So I start with this: I am not the body. Then this: I am not who I think I am.
In the search for love, an infant impulse leads me outside of myself. This is necessary, inevitable and roundabout. There is no love outside of me. I AM is what I’m looking for.
If a man does not know he is, he will believe in who he is not.
Oh, oh. This cannot end well.
First things first: Know yourself.