I started looking into what the ego is. Because in the group — in that cult — it was talked about a great deal. The master used to say my ego would not fit through the door. Another friend warned me that they would destroy my ego and that would be the end of me. I did not listen. And now, with time behind me, I can see that I did get one valuable thing from them: observation. Observation of myself, of what is inside me, of the patterns that run without my consent.
Ego is not a bad thing. It is a system of interpretation. A narrator who builds
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