Self-deception unsurprisingly takes shape in moral propensities, habit, ratiocinated formulations and explanations, but happiness or more precisely the vigorous pursuit of happiness is a more subtle and yet dangerous form. Perhaps no era of human understanding has been immune to the charge but today the pursuit masks a pseudo sense of self-worth which accounts for the unwaning practice of parading such instalments for wandering eyes to see. And yet this is to mistake the hero for a circus clown, contemptuously and vainly searching to cover that ailing heart. None of us is immune. All of us both clown and hero.