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The title of Irvin Yalom's memoir, Becoming Myself—his latest and probably last book he tells us, writing at the age of eighty-five, still active and doing therapy—arouses our curiosity, because in the most obvious sense I cannot become myself since I am, inevitably and always, myself. We find clues to his meaning in his absorbing and well-researched novel, When Nietzsche Wept (1992), a fictional account of Nietzsche's relationships with Freud and his mentor, Josef Breuer, in which Yalom has Nietzsche say to Breuer: “It is not the truth that is holy, but the search for one's own truth. Can there be a more sacred act than self-inquiry? … one of my granite sentences is ‘Become who you are’” (p. 68). And later: “Nothing must interfere with the development of the hero inside of you… . You want to fly, but you cannot begin to fly by flying. I must teach you how to walk, and the first step in learning to walk is to understand that he who does not obey himself is ruled by others” (pp. 176-177). And again: