A genius is a man who knows who he is.
As I define myself, I limit myself. Limited men are plagued with problems.
One thing is for sure: I am not who I think I am.
We are concealed by ease, dulled by security, made absurd by luxury. “The true man is revealed in difficult times.”
Who am I? Watch me when things go wrong. You’ll see me then.
The ego is who I think I am. It is a limited, temporary and entirely mind-based sense of self. So men say: “I am a millwright.” Or, “I am a stay-at-home dad.” But we are not the roles we play. Marlon Brando did not tell people he was a mafia don. On examination, we find that the question “Who am I?” can only be answered in the negative, e.g., not this, not that. We concede one all-purpose exception to a blinking list of negative statements: “I am an actor.”