This is all very confusing to me.:confused2:
First you reveal that Rog has an ego and then that you, too, has an ego.
As I’m not capable of the depth of complex thought, logic and insight as you, Rog and so many others here posses (I sincerely mean that and that. in part, is why I read what you guys are willing to share), I’m left to wander and wonder around trying to find simplistic metaphors, similes, parables, and analogies to help me understand the Tao of the Chaos of Living.
I guess maybe ego’s are like assholes…everyone’s got one. Actually assholes are a very good thing, in my way of thinking, as just ponder what life would be like if you or I didn’t have an asshole. We’d all be so “stoved-up” with crap.
Personally, I have a kinda Love/Hate relationship with my asshole. Man, sometimes there’s nothing better than to take a big crap. Other times my asshole gets dirty, stinks and, well, is just a royal pain in the ass. And, whether I like it or not, I’ve got to spend a certain amount of time takin’ care of my asshole. I try and eat a good diet, keep it clean and not play with it…stuff like that.
I keep my asshole covered up when I go out in public so that others don’t have to experience it and I crap, as much as possible, in private and the proper receptacle. I’m not proud of my asshole but I don’t hate it either…it’s just a part of living and, like ego’s, apparently everyone’s got one.
I even get my asshole examined periodically because I’m not able or qualified to examine it myself. I suppose most others are like me, have an asshole and, knowing what I go through with—and what goes through—mine, I just kinda never think too much about others havin’ an asshole either. Now I fart and sometimes I fart, unexpectedly or necessarily, in public. When that happens, depending on the circumstances, I’m usually embarrassed but also relieved that I got the pressure released. Sometimes it’s loud and sometimes it also smells but, ya know, I guess we all go through that sometimes—it’s just part of living. Because of that I don’t feel right pointing fingers at others when they fart in public—unless they’re doing it to be rude or attract attention.
As long as I’m talking this openly about my relationship with my asshole, I’d like to comment on another thing I find interesting about mine. When I crap and fart it never smells as bad to me as it does to others. Fortunately, I learned at a young age to crap and fart in private, as much as possible.
Gosh, writing all this stuff about my asshole brought to mind a little story from my childhood having to do with Assholes.
My Paternal Grandfather was as fine a man as ever drew breath. When he passed away at the age of 93 folks came from far and wide to celebrate the life of a man known for his deeds. Little acts of kindness and decency—like walking in snowshoes 15 miles at night trough a blizzard to be at the side and pray with a dying hermit Shepard.
One day Little Face and Grampa were out picking sweet corn in his garden.
“Grampa, why did God create Assholes?" Asked Little Face.
“Oh,” chuckled Grampa, “that’s a very good question, Little Face,” he replied, “Assholes are one of the most important things in all God’s Creation.”
“Well, Grampa, I sure don’t think so.”
“Well, just you remember this as you go through life, Little Face; God, in His Infinite Wisdom, created Assholes so that you will know who the good guys are.”
Peace be with you, Vin, and your ego…and all of you, and your egos...and all of God's Little Assholes out there, too.
Face