“It is such a secret place, the land of tears. …One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed. …And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me.”
Antoine de Saint-Exuprey, The Little Prince
…instead of a coherent personality that stretches back in an unbroken line to a first memory and looks forward to an indefinite future, we discover a self ridden with gaps and ambiguities. Who “I am” appears coherent only because of the monologue we keep repeating, editing, censoring, and embellishing in our heads.