The Ego
This morning, deep in the vortex of technology hell (printer won’t work, cell phone is frozen, couldn’t get on e-mail, you name it, I had it), I went on a walk with a friend.
Now I feel sorry for her; I whined for a full ten minutes before even stopping to take a breath.
She talked a lot about the Oprah book pick, A New Earth by Eckert Tolle. Apparently it talks about the ego and how we have to let go of it in order to achieve greater happiness. (I think there’s a hint in there somewhere, huh?) What made me laugh was looking at the picture of him and realizing I’ve seen it before. While researching Mothers Need Time-Outs, Too, I came across quite a few great quotes from Tolle.
I didn’t know who he was back then, and digging a little deeper (this is pre-Oprah, remember) I found a photograph of him. I thought… hmmmm… this guy looks pretty w-e-i-r-d! Is he part of some strange Mormon sect or does he gnaw on body parts as snacks?
I guess he has no ego. Why else the truly disturbing facial hair?
