The contracted, egoic part of me is wrong a lot. A lot! And yet, because my ego is like an intoxicated person inhabiting my brain, it has no problem sharing its opinion with me. Often quite loudly. When I understand that this loud, inebriated part of me is usually in error, I don’t have to take it seriously. I can step back, listen to its rants, and then follow Spirit instead. This clarity keeps me sane.
