The arrogance of the ego
I am constantly amazed by the arrogance of the ego as it manifests in the assumptions that we make. I consider my self mentally acute, and of sound mind and clear thought, but still I must admit I am often outwit by my ego, no less. Take for instance the concept of spirituality, and the way that I have addressed it hitherto in my writing. Just by reading a few of my articles it will soon become clear that my language tend to shift a gear when putting thought to paper. And while I know that it may loose some impact in translation, I have decided that my writing serves a purpose that may be called selfish by some, conversely there are those who would agree that my method serves a madness that's clear. I write in answer to the call of the muse, and in the creative harmony that flows from her sweet melody I am blessed to write the words of the song. Should that find resonance is of no matter at that, as the joy I beget in the symphony thus has a value that surpasses them all. But