The ego is a strange thing, endowed with assets and faults, like any other entity (and I do say entity).

While the physical body defines our Life experience, the ego defines our Human experience. Unlike our canine companions who bark at their very own reflections, the ego looks in the mirror and says, “that is me”. The ego walks in a crowded room and says, “I am not you”. The ego is self-awareness---the knowledge of separateness. It is therefore the source of our individuality, our likes and dislikes, our isms and skisms.

In that same right, the entity that allows me to prefer royal purple to pastel pink, Portland to Las Vegas, and paper to plastic, is the very same analytical entity that allows for judgment. With the ego’s love of definition, stereotypes, classes, and labels are inevitable---loneliness possible. Endowed with will, the ego wants things a certain way, and knows when they are not.

“Oh, Ego, you are not the enemy. You are a natural part of me, and I will not shame myself for being exactly what IS human.”

There is something to be gained from releasing the ego, like the loss of our knowledge of separateness. But lack of separation must not be confused with connection. It takes self-definition to relate, it takes individuality to connect, in fact it takes separation to experience Love at all.

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