I'm no less amazed today than I was a few years ago when I first started to appreciate the magnitude of our everyday outward abstraction of things which are so essentially and fundamentally human endeavours. On my office list, I have reduced into a few short words entire chains of command, processes, works-in-progress, physical activities, online activities and conversations, all of which easily have several dozen, if not hundreds, of people they impact directly. That these few words represent these microcosms is something I've always known, but now that I have the time to light a fire under one or more of these words by my simple action to do or not do something, I realise that what I'm contemplating is likely to have far-reaching and almost certainly unimaginable consequences.
I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years.
I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest.
I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright."
It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve).
I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego."
I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much.