Like an addict in a torrent plugging holes in the attic. I'm doing everything to keep the real me from understanding who I am. My ego takes fear and dresses it in love to keep me in the dark. It flips the switch on or lights a flickering match in this darkness in an effort to deceive me for even five more minutes. My ego is the best at hiding its true intentions. It does not wish for me to see beyond the
crack in the door where the light is.
Plugging holes gets monotonous really fast. I can move from one room to the next, one couch to the next, but there is little difference. What about community? What happened? How did I leave it all behind? How did I leave you all behind? Escaping into the shadows doesn't feel like the quick abduction by a phantom. It's a slow and winding path where the light gradually fades. So gradual is the disappearance that it feels more the exciting acts of positive rebellion.
Is that what all of this is? Is it my ego hiding me from the truth? Or perhaps even this is one of its strategies to push me further.
I need to get to know myself more. Who can start me on this journey? I want to see who it is writing this and to have a conversation with him. Where do I start? How can I meet him? Does anyone know how to contact him or where to begin these conversations that seem to have to begin within? Within what? Within who? Within how?
