This instruction rewards close study: “Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.”
Men who glibly concede they’re “control freaks” typically have great difficulty controlling themselves.
“You complete me.” Only ego feels incomplete. (Is “I AM” partial? A fraction?)
“You make me happy.” This Sisyphean endeavour begins with a face-splitting rictus and ends in a trickle of salted water.
As a young boy, there was a brief period when I thought I was a tiger. I felt fleet, powerful, at the centre of things. Then it passed and I drifted into error.
Most men misunderstand themselves. They think they are what they appear to be.