I was watching a 1959 interview of Carl Jung. He was asked when he first felt conscious of his individual self. He immediately replied that it happened on the way to school at the age of 11. He stepped out of a mist and he knew he was what he was. My recall of the moment I stepped out from the mist of childhood remains equally sharp: waiting for a bus, in my mid-20s, not long out of Vietnam. It’s a powerful moment, that instantaneous awakening to a new sense of who you are with no way back, only forward.