Self-knowing is the ultimate act of truism. It’s like saying to one’s inner man — this is who I am, no-frills, no excuses; this is where I am right now, I can’t fake me; I won’t fake me… take me, or leave me. Having said that, though, to face yourself in the mirror, to admit to who you really are — sans tinted-coloured lenses et al. — is still not a comfortable place to arrive in the journey of self-realization.
Ironically, one of the most extraordinary self-truism acts I have ever witnessed came from my uncle’s household.