A Mind

It seems that the human race has one flaw in its supirior thought which is the ego, it has the most trouble associating with anything other than itself. The ego separates and divides creating a very lonley self, and once this self recognizes its own mortality, it cries. For it wishes to live for eternity as it believes the world around it does. It does not see itself as apart of the world and therefore seeks to impose itself upon the world as a new entity, desiring to become eternal through its impact upon the seemingly infinite universe. Such a relationship as cultivation, the ego looks upon as a miraculous achievement which separates us from all other creatures. But even this is only a relationshiop which we discovered to be benificial. We see a cause and effect, but know nothing of the process which yields the fruit, we simply guess at what must be done to produce this crop. This relationship is not different that the sea anemony and a clown fish, one cultivates the other feeding off of it and taking protection in it, while the other simply must grow to fill its part of the bargain. So if you have trouble believing this it is singularly the egos fault, it traps a mind into singular demensional thinking, squashing all creativity and in its place creates steryotypes with which it identifies others, but not itself. What great opposition does the human race of to cross-cultural breeding, what does it matter that homosexuals run rampant, it is absurd that these things should bother any person in the world, and yet the ego screams for this to stop, for it believes that it alone is the way in which the world should be experienced. Sitting on a bench the ego categorizes every item which it sees, judging to the best of its ability, but to what purpose I posit? Why judge these things, why worry ourselves over such mundane ranks, why not simply let be, why not let ego simply relax into what it is meant to be, why not merely be at peace with the world around us.