I’ll hazard this: Most of what men say when they are in conversation with other men is a kind of hustle, a barely concealed striving for significance.
A Course in Miracles provides the sine qua non for the treatment of anger, even if it’s received like a slap in the face: “I am never upset for the reason I think.”
In sleep we fall into our deepest essence. We don’t know what that’s like because ego doesn’t come with us and we go there without a memory. We wake up thinking, ‘Nothing happened.’ And technically we’re right.
Nothing in nature is bored, restless or guilty-feeling. Trees don’t ask, ‘What’s next?’
When things go wrong, as they dependably do, notice how speedily Idiot leaps into action, pointing the finger, assigning blame, making wrong. To diminish, even demolish the ego, see this as it happens.