I am sorely tempted to edit and update my work, but have left it as I handed it in so that it is possible to trace the development of my thought across the years. There is a lot of stuff in these essays that I cringe at now, but learning how to love yourself as you are means learning how to love all your selves, especially those that exist only in memory. Perhaps through doing this, and reflecting on the transitory nature of self and thought and personality - looking back on ideas which mattered so much at the time and seeing them from a wider perspective in which they seem mostly trivial - we can come to realise experientially the essential emptiness of self.
This applies especially to the hubristic, intellectual, academic ego - which thinks it can acquire knowledge endlessly, and that such acquisition will result in higher status, deeper satisfaction and whatever else this particular shadow conjures up in its endless pursuit of more.
There is no end to what we can know. There is only one thing worth knowing.
Lā ilāha illa'Llāh.