Self help in the 20th century was much like On the Road to Cape May. Most of the reading was under the delusion that you were not broken - it was just the assholes that needed fixin'. But the messages stuck and over time, worked. The green America Charles Reich illuminated was the corporations as government and a prelude to the income gap. But understanding the child, parent and adult in you and how it affects your response to life made Thomas Harris the nailer of maybe I'm not so Ok. No one tamped down the notion the you can't control what happens but you can control how you respond better than Maxwell Maltz. And Krishnamurti acidized merging with the cosmos better than LSD could on its own. These are the first that come to mind and I'll reread them because the seasoning of the past 40 years finds this mind more affirmative and devoid of searching for "where it's at" like the first 25 years or so. Undying gratitude for having been given a chosen role in a majestic family that aimed me in the direction that juggled so many rewards while taking me to her and this place is the divine prize attainable in the realm I occupy. So you can see there's less self in self-help and much more assistance from the wise and the learned if you read the success stories closely. Who would I believe if I were 25 now? Deepak and Tolle for starters. But mostly myself as we sit looking at Orion's belt and feeling the coolness that happens every morning when the sunrise starts to move the atmosphere. I'd believe me and the angel next to me who turned on the light that sustains the immortalizing love right here. Lost no more.