“Each man’s life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.”
Each human being is born with an inmost map, a genetic animus, a Gordian knot. When we enter the world, by and by the outer map overlays the inner, and the place we find ourselves is the ineluctable labyrinth. To still find the way to oneself, despite the confusion. To unravel the skeins latent in man. To stir from the fugue. This is the purpose of the egoic life.