“Some little pieces of sand are so full of ego that they see themselves as a giant rock! But then the wind blows, the big ego flies in the air!”
“Everything is winged in this universe, even a rock! When the time comes, rock crumbles into tiny pieces and starts flying in the air!”
“Only the ego resists egos. The spirit may notice egos, but sees beyond them and does not engage with them.”
“Big egos are big shields for lots of empty space.”
“Big egos are just big sheilds to lots of empty space.”
“Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me.“Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.”