You can’t waltz by yourself. When I lose you, I also lose the me I became for you. And vice versa. Which is why cutting you off, once we have grown together, is an act of violence. I am not cutting anything visible, like your arm or leg, but I am nonetheless cutting away something that is a part of you—me. This is an act of psychological violence.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Most egos operate like a fierce cheiftain, extending their control over the landscape, the people in it, the hunting grounds,,
things get better when the ego sheds, shrinks, becomes one of the deer grazing in the landscape, following the whims and drives of the forest it’s a