This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man.

This is what it means to grow:
To see more and more clearly
Who one’s self is, what is self and what is mask or trappings or other.
To become truer and truer
To that true self
And prune away the vines that wind around it –
Carving one’s self out like a block of marble
Chipping off bits of unnecessary self
Til all that is left is that sculpture
That art
You were meant to be.

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