Rummaging through the attic of my mind not so long ago, my eyes fell upon an ancient and dark text. Ah, here was the Gen X Bible of my youth, that unholy script, that declaration of self-dependence, whose natural lines have shaped my intuitions and governed my ambitions for decades . . . Selection 1 And I spoke all these words: I am me, who brought myself out of slavery, out of the land of inauthenticity and the inarticulate self. I shall have no other gods before me. I shall not make for myself any God besides me, or a...