loosening ego, freeing self

by walterdoege

ego is for surviving, self is a way of living…does not exist ego neither self…these words mean somethings…I notice ego with less prestigious than self…if ego is somehow not so good and self very very good one…in fact, ego and self are the two wings I have to fly…but I don’t have ego, I am an ego….and I don’t have a self…I am myself…the same does occur when I point out that does not exist neurosis, but neurotics…I use the word neurosis here in a latu sensu with no other compromise with reality…so, I am neurotic, instead that I have neurosis…the jargon and vocabulary of psycho’s issues is largely used, with more or less consciuousness of the meaning…anyway, the intention of a voicing is what matters to me…the human voice is a window for wisdom, for living well…the only wisdom, live well, live with amor, live a loving path…at a crossroad in the path, I seek my intuition…I don’t know what is intuition…in fact, I don’t know what ego is nor self is…I know almost nothing…I know almost everything…knowledge is on the road for living well…I don’t know exactly what I mean witn living well…I guess living well is living with joy, the love supreme fragance…the look of love…and I  take some annotations and remarks about some reading of some kind of books and magzine’s articles related with love…none reading was about love, but perhaps about how to teach and how to learn…pedagogic titles…however, let’s take attention…love no one can teach, perhaps touch…love no one can learn, perhaps touch…sense the love…sense the longing to love path…the highway, the long road, someway the short cut point of no return: love, just…simple…difficult…I feel love does not admit adjectivation…deep love…much love…real love…abstract love…reflective love…logic love…test love….how to love guides and manuals…love remains love…beyond the worth ego and the essential self…even though, I sense the word ego and the word self…ego and self are words, somehow I feel these two words as wings that human beings must be to fly…not only birds fly…ego is a word related to safety…self is a word related to trust…love is a mystery…a sentiment…love is a perception, an experience…when I stay closer to the sea, I feel love…perhaps some whispering music from the sea waves at night…I like the night, I like the booggie, I like the dance of loving…a couple dance….me and you, when ego and self turn in to ashes…love is the realm of the human being…love is only share the love I feel, but I don’t know…someone knows?, what is love…it does not matter what love is…love loving is a joyful and lasting forever joy…no thinking, less thinking possible…full sentiment of amor…no class…no certification required, love, just…lovers, keep on loving…no matter what be love…we are love…people love …people is love…so, loosens ego, frees self, love guides and protect in the long loving path…someway, love is not a matter of chance nor choice, love seems an amorous gift…and for walking in the cities and streets…ego, self and free loving, open loving…just loving, it seems that ego and self are like tools…love is always ahead, love is the lead motif