I think you’re getting at a great paradox of humanism: in a society where the customer is always right, one person one vote, and authenticity comes from the sel

I think you’re getting at a great paradox of humanism: in a society where the customer is always right, one person one vote, and authenticity comes from the self... what if there is no such thing as a true self and we’re just a grab bag of needs and fears glued together with a hasty narrative?