There’s a verse I keep coming back to — not for its doctrine, but for the deep psychological and spiritual wisdom it holds: 

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye, but do not notice the plank in your own eye?” 
– Matthew 7:3
This isn’t just about hypocrisy. It’s about blindness — the kind that comes from living too far outside of ourselves. From trying to correct others before we’ve truly faced our own patterns, shadows, and pain. 
The eye, as Shakespeare once said, “sees not itself but by reflection.” Emerson echoed, “The eye cannot see itself without the aid of a mirror.” These thinkers — poet and philosopher alike — understood something elemental: 
To truly know ourselves, we must be willing to look in the mirror. 
Not the flattering mirror. Not the social media mirror. The real one — the one that shows the dust and the light. The fear and the fire. The plank in our eye, and the speck in another's. 
This book is a mirror. 
It may not always show what you expect — but if you stay with it, if you look again — you may just catch a glimpse of something powerful.