[excerpts from Brennan Manning]:
The ordinary self is the extraordinary self--the inconspicuous nobody who shivers in the cold of winter and sweats in the heat of summer, who wakes up unreconciled to the new day, who sits back before a stack of pancakes, weaves through traffic, bangs around in the basement, shops in the supermarket, pulls weeds and rakes up the leaves, makes love and snowballs, flies kites and listens to the sound of rain on the roof.
While the impostor draws his [or her] identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness.
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