The judgements of young boys, as Emerson noted, are swift, confident, and summary. Eventually, they become more equivocal, less certain. Their eyes flicker. They begin to speak from the calculator in the head.
The more we grow into the Self, the less special we are. “Become nothing,” wrote Rumi, “and He’ll turn you into everything.”
True self doesn’t coerce, insist, negotiate or try. Also, it doesn’t speak overmuch.
True Self doesn’t have moods. Moods are egoic entities, the po-faced offspring of frustrated wanting.
A genius is a man who knows who he is.