There is such a thing as authentic authenticity. It is simply not an active attribute; it’s more of a happy accident. You might call it a deeper set of emotional conditions. This kind of authenticity isn’t for sale, and if it were, no one would buy it. They wouldn’t buy it because it flows from defeat and surrender. It’s found on the other side of all attempts to “be” anything other than what we are. The radical acceptance of the accumulations of our lives is born in the giving up, the acknowledgement of the artifice.