I really think we are the.that we are, although not.let's know, and somehow we are all victims of something o.de someone, in this agonizing existential freedom, even in the search of the most precious good like finding the.inner peace, finding authenticity and coherence in the accountability of the purpose and meaning of life. It is like the metamorphosis that in retaliation of our intimate being screams at us "know thyself" and still keep trying.