The circus of Self: The hilariously serious quest for ‘who am I?’

The self is a shape-shifting mosaic—woven from recollections, rainbow-tinged dreams, and a dollop of self-deception. It’s not a noun but a verb in motion.

The ancient call to ‘know thyself’ is a wild goose chase. So why do we keep chasing? asks the master essayist P.S. Wasu.

A Lotus in the Mud
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