My god, what a terrifying realization that you and I and everyone else is, at our base, ordinary, normal, everyday, and deeply, endlessly flawed. And how goddamned freeing that is. Because if I embrace that, then I have permission to do some work on those areas that I find less than attractive. The more I protest my mightiness, the more I advertise my ineffectiveness, my fears, and my small-mindedness. The only way to rise to realize that I’m nothing. Absolutely, positively nothing. Then and ONLY then do I begin to grow. As insane as it sounds, knowing I am nothing makes room for me to become something. Otherwise I am fighting to the death to protect the Treasure Chest of the Almighty Self, which, upon opening, contains little more than dust bunnies.