So the baby and the child and then the teenager get stuck behind these walls that we have come to call ego. In fact, as a society, we support and prop up these walls with phrases like “healthy ego,” “strength,” and the like, but, despite the tough terminology, the loneliness and alienation only get more and more profound. It is painful behind those pale walls. We long to escape.
Then, something happens! Eventually the baby grows up and…..(Crash, Crack, Gulp, Gasp) falls in love.
For a moment, at least, all the walls seem to tumble down. Boundaries collapse. The thick coating is pierced and light pours through. The ego gives way to an elated feeling of connection and intimacy. Intimacy, remember, we defined as shared identity. Suddenly, I am no longer alone or misunderstood.
My lover listens to me for hours on end. My soul print is seen. I have the joy of receiving the soul print of my beloved. No less powerfully, the universe becomes my home. I feel like I belong. The hard line separating self and others softens. I slip into bliss through a crack in the wall. The gates of heaven are open and behold paradise parades before me. I just didn’t know!
marc gafni
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