A raw reflection on race, trauma, and the human shadow, weaving personal stories—like being a second-class citizen and watching my wife’s shock at the same—with a sharp take on Peterson and Vervaeke’s ego-driven "vertical dimension." Through Nietzsche’s defiance and Jung’s archetypes, the imitatio Christi becomes a lens for self-discovery, but so does doing the dishes. The real path isn’t some lofty ideal; it’s teaching the dark before it strikes.
