I'd like to wake up and look like Brad Pitt in the morning, but I don't. I look in the mirror, and I see me.
A lot of what I've written in criticism of my lust for virtue - my discovery that I've committed idolatry, making of the good an idol - is open to the charge of being still caught within the dialectic of idolatry. I've made a moral criticism of my moral consciousness. Meta-idolatry.