Take an unimaginably large bowl of imagination. Pour inconceivably huge amount of pre-cooked concepts. Stir with a dumb spoon of idiocy for a while.

Add 6 gallons of myths, 9 tons of false notions and 13 pints of superstitious beliefs. Sprinkle a layer of misunderstood, over-hyped modernism.

Then, add a thick layer of very fragile, excessively powerful and complex male ego.

And finally add a tinge of perversion to taste.

Allow the potpourri to settle down till it starts emitting pungent odour.

When you have successful managed to survive the ordeal, what you get is your own perceived version of ‘ME‘!

Until you taste me, you can’t imagine how good I really am!

Bon appétit!