It's a sobering world for some of us. We flirt around with all sorts of ideas of what the fuck we are.

And I envy the ego maniacs--not that I am not one my self... I envy the so enthused egomaniacs. The cult leaders and pop stars and those so engorged and planted in their worth that there is no stopping them.

Indeed, having obtaining Oprah's SECRET, the world is simply a big wonderful genie granted infinite wishes.

Like Kanye West, or even Lil Wayne--they are the existential douches that have crossed that endearing line of decency in regards to how much love one can offer oneself.

Not to say we should hate ourselves--or maybe to some degree we should.