Last night during my walk I saw an owl swooping between streetlights. That's how they like to hunt in our neighborhood, perched in darkness just above the floodlit lawns of suburbia, swooping down before those night critters know what hit them. This is much like our ego as we proceed down the floodlit path toward spiritual freedom when suddenly and silently we are seized and swept up into the pitch darkness of our shadow. Our search for spirit has been waylaid, swept up and set down on a stone to be disemboweled in the forlorn cry "why-me-me-me...?" of ego. Why me? I think of Peter Finch in the movie "Network," imbued by his vision and asking God "why me, Lord?" "Because you're on television, dummy," God answers him. That should be our answer to our own ego when it attacks. Why? Because you're alive, human, on the air, dummy.
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