More from the minor Buddha . . .
"The fact is that we are more selfish than we know. The ego has a way of turning the loftiest activities into trash if it is allowed free range."
You've probably heard of free range chicken. I'm certainly no farmer; in fact, I'm forbidden by law to step onto a farm, for my own safety. And I'm not talking about bulls and bucking broncos, either. I'm the guy who would make the news for being trampled half to death by a herd of lambs. No telling what the chickens would do to me, either, with the beaks and claw-like feet.
Anyway, my understanding is that free range chicken get to ramble anywhere they want to, doing what they want, eating what they want, going totally ape-shit if they want. That's my ego. My ego is going ape-shit. It runs the show unless I'm very, very careful. It justifies anything that it wants for itself, no matter how destructive it is. This is why I drank for so many years. My ego said it was just fine.
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