I'm roughly 11,322 days old on this hostile planet we call Earth. Trying to keep afloat in the oppressive state of things. Using art as a form of escapism (at least temporary), to bring me back to those astral and cosmic realms I love to visit so often. Yes, I'm a dreamer...an entertainer of the random and obscure.|
I'm metaphysical, mystical, downright temperamental. I rhyme divine in this great divide, as I try my hardest to slip inside....this vast reality I have set out before me. Traverse this great territory, won't you join me?
The most powerful of all the visceral fates. Tied to vanity, false success and lack of empathy, Ego is, by far the most driven aspect of the human mind. Ego can bring even the mightiest of any to their knees. Cold, calloused, relentless and selfish brand the ego as a mar upon the bearer. Ego is a form of armor. A defense between 'the world' and 'yourself'. It is, in all mannerisms, a hindrance to progression. The amount of disadvantages far outweigh any advantage of keeping ego as an unchecked power of the Self. Selfishness is an act of survival to the ego and coexisting is not something to be considered. Ego creates the false persona of "me", which is an illusion cast upon the carrier.
Yet, we do not want to completely eliminate ego, for it is a valid and integrated part in the very human aspect of ourselves. It must constantly be maintained, a balance kept, Ego subdued and tapped upon when survival is necessary.