It is conceit that kills us <br />and makes us cowards instead of gods. <br /> <br />Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal! <br />we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoön coils of our conceit. <br /> <br />Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves. <br />And I am not interested to know about myself any more, <br />I only entangle myself in the knowing. <br /> <br />Now let me be myself, <br />now let me be myself, and flicker forth, <br />now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conceit-2/
