It can be very painful, as well as life-saving, to realize that your entire life is built on a misunderstanding.
Such a person that we thought we were like , appears, owing to an opening of inner horizons, to a spike in maturity or courage in the quest for objectivity… as never having in reality as we imagine the person to be in this projection, while we have nevertheless built a whole section of our life, of this personality.
When the same observation comes to illuminate our spiritual life, it is no less painful. Here, the part of life concerned is not professional (investment of energy based on membership in / a project carried out by a person revealing psychological processes unfit to lead this project or to deserve our initial membership) nor family (the person with whom we have shared our unfolding over time of personality traits that we insufficiently perceived during the first stages of the relationship)
Notes & Silence 
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Sometimes, I think each is the person least well qualified to know him or herself. Hence, the journey of life, I suppose.
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I have no idea who is answering this comment.
Fingers typing
Eyes reading
Mouse clicking.
I hope you know– what I usually refer to as ‘me’ better.
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I might. But who am I?
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Moving cosmic coordinates for transitory thoughts/form agglomeration ?
The spiritual support thereof?
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A good an explanation as any…
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Cynics would replace ‘moving’/by ‘random’
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Well, I’m often accused of cynicism. Diogenes, my hero…!
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