The Self (n.) is, by default, inauthentic — man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
The Self (n.) is rarely a self. Most people are other people.
The Self (n.) is a good thing to strive to be, because everyone else is taken.
The Self (n.) is no self that doesn't determine itself — there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
The Self (n.) is necessarily inconsistent — we are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.
The Self (n.) is rare — most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.