Today, on contemporary woes, on the drive to work I happened upon a podcast in which a person was questioning whether or not they were being their authentic selves, and it’s just like, in addition to worrying about whether or not I am doing enough or enough of the right thing and am I doing it fast enough, or should I be doing it at all, I now must wonder if I am doing it AUTHENTICALLY?  DOES IT EVER EVEN END, OR IS LIFE A DEEP VAT OF QUESTIONS EACH VAGUER AND EVEN MORE TRULY UNANSWERABLE THAN THE ONE ABOVE IT?