“The ego is the false self-born out of fear and defensiveness.” — John O’Donohue
We place ourselves at the center of the universe. God removes us, and takes the spot for Himself. Such is God's order of the universe. When we understand this, we find our true state of being. Man believes that life starts at birth. God believes that life starts at death. Each day, we attempt to deny the self, the “Id” of our lives, according to Sigmund Freud.
“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations.” — C.S. Lewis, "The Weight of Glory"
Philosopher Sigmund Freud described the "Id" aspect of our personalities. This fleshly being cares only for himself or herself, and is consumed with taking, seldom giving anything back.
Were I to buy the idea of Jesus sold me to me by pop culture-the Sunday School portrait of a finely groomed man in a soft white robe holding a lamb, teaching only the golden rule-I'd have a mix of the Snuggles Bear, an Irish Spring shepherd, and a proto-hippie. Yet this limits him so much. He is, says and does more.
“Most people are far too much occupied with themselves to be malicious.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
“Are you ever hurt, Dad?” Carol asked.
The question stumped Ted, her dad. A dozen hurts raced through his mind, but none came out.
“Of course he gets hurt,” Carol’s mother shot back.
How (and why) do macho men conceal our hurt? Should we wear it more visibly?
Returning from vacation, I drive down the same roads, knowing the exact location of sharp turns and potholes. I know when to accelerate and how to brake around the last turn. I pull into the garage and unload. When I open the door to the house, it creaks recognizably. The familiar smell arouses my senses.
"The trick to life: stop trying to be something and just be what you are and love it." thus reads the inspirational scrawling on the paper towel dispenser in my favorite cafe's restroom. The handwriting and adolescent angst indicate the work of a teenager.