The truth is loveable as a lamb but ego is terrified by it.
Where the appearance of a self stands in for the Self, there is a ceaseless striving for significance.
Why on earth are humans in this predicament? Same as always—selfishness, mainly.
So that we can appreciate what babies enjoy every day, perhaps we could declare one day of the year opinion-free. It wouldn’t exactly be a day off; we just wouldn’t have any opinions.
I find myself liking the new, defiantly non-clinical term for ego: skull rat.