An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.

The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

If it has anything to do with me, it has nothing to do with sacrifice.

If I can’t quite figure out what an ego is, all I have to do is look for the thing that’s killing itself in the very act of feeding itself.

The assumption is that if I expend myself for myself in the end all I’ll be left with is myself, and that alone is frightening. But what I’ve failed to consider is that I have to expend so much of myself living for myself that in the end I’m really left with very little of myself, and that is unimaginably frightening.

If I am indeed my own god, I’d better start praying to myself to get myself out of myself.