No matter how many others we surround ourselves with we can never escape ourselves,whom we are, what we feel think fear. Can we?

We can be fortressed and buttressed and enveloped with throngs and throngs of others and yet there we are..what we are.  Poetic justice? Irony? Just desserts?

Inside the head of the arrogantly conceited is "I AM GREAT I AM GREAT I AM GREAT I AM GREAT". But if that great why the layers and layers and layers of protection from "the other"?