part which needs to be improved. There is not any real distinction between bad “me” and good “I”, or between the higher self which is spiritual and the lower self which is animal. It is all of one piece. You are this organism, this integrated, fascinating life and energy pattern. Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth. Ego is a social institution with no physical reality. The ego is simply your symbol of yourself. Just as the word “water” is a noise that symbolizes a certain liquid without being it, so too the idea of ego symbolizes the role you play, who you are, but it is not the same as your living organism.If you know that “I”, in the sense of the person, the front, the ego, it really doesn’t exist. Then…it won’t go to your head too badly, if you wake up and discover that you might be the very creator of the universe you are looking for. While observing the asylum seekers who settled in scores on a little green pasture around the corner of my house, and occupied the ground for weeks in a row. By means of protest to the lack of any decent
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asylum policy in Belgium and Brussels. These folks were sick of being completely ignored and cast away as illegals who have no right of existence in our affluent society; these migrants demanded the right to exist and to be seen and treated by Belgians not as a germ of some infectious disease but as human beings who had left their mother’s and father’s homes for very good and understandable reasons. The escalating situation, made me aware of the fact that we are all, indeed, strangers on the surface of this planet. On est tous des etrangers, moving and migrating like the waves of air in every weather system, through time and space and accidental nationstates. The reality of theirs is also ours, meaning: differences, borders, lines, surfaces, and boundaries do not really divide things from each other at all; they join them together. All bounderies are held in common….: On est tous des etrangers, I wrote in a poem called Exodus. “Every single good we own and everything we are/is borrowed, shareware, bonds and loans. Property/of Time alone; that vicious, greedy stockbroker/ and billionaire, who having been born without a soul/ supports no other soul as company. Who has no friends /or relatives, and rules