We are not free until we are aware of ourselves acting automatically, until we see how patterned and predictable we are. This enacted automatism is like clanging around in a suit of armour.
The personality is a set of conditioned behaviours based on past experience. It is an accretion of memory; it functions as an individualized protective device. As personality dictates, some men habitually fight, other men fawn.
I am not my personality. The snail’s shell is not the snail.
Personality is not for improving. It is for dying to, for sloughing off.
I love when I am vulnerable, when my heart is outside of me.