The inauthentic that underlies our claims to be 'authentic'.

Rather than authenticity perhaps it is absence is what we should come to terms with. For it is the loss of coherence between various aspects of self which  fragments the notion of identity and thus fictionalizes the existential concept of authenticity as a shaping condition of our selves.

 If the self is multiple, if existence precedes and informs essence, if “I” am nothing more than the sum of my actions and choices, then the very ideal of existential authenticity is already a function of inauthenticity. 

However, the counter argumen runs or the customary existential response to this charge is that the recognition or “self-consciousness” of such inauthenticity is the highest form of honesty.

So is it adieu to Sartre and Camus,  or, a bientôt