Not for all, but for many Christians, my true authenticity was dead and buried inside me. It was the source of longing and emptiness within myself that was like a child locked in a closet. I did not "know thyself," as the ancient Greek philosophers said was both the hardest things to do and yet the most important. Taught to believe I was a "born sinner" crippled my ability to fulfill my true design, convinced as I was that I could only be saved, and not just by anyone, but a God! Such a belief created a deep dependence on my Catholic Church, while my true self was locked like a lighting bug trapped in a jar. And as I grew up, that lightning bug became the traumatized and neglected boy buried in the tomb of a man who's identity was based on Catholicism, without which I was all flesh and no bones. My Catholicism had turned me into a scarecrow, in other words, my ego but a puppet operated by the hand of my "infallible religion." My desire to be more,