Popping our rivets

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.

When my heart is outside of me

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.