Pink Elephants on Parade

As long as your contained in a body, there is NO freedom.

So stop this insipid "liberation" crapola. Centuries of liberating ideology has only reinforced your enslavement.

It ain't happenin. Hasn't happened for anybody since the dawn of man and will NOT happen for you.

Oh, but I bet you think you've come upon those who are free? The gaga guru who will save you? This is the most insipid form of enslavement. The hope of freedom.

Accept....

Good fookin' grief, if I watch one more video on how we can liberate as a society, as a people, I swear I will frickin' let lose yesterday's granola.

Oh, but is that "negative"? Am I raining on your kumbaya parade.

The more you attempt to engage the one side, the more the other side surrounds and envelops you. The more you attempt to be "positive," the more the negative owns your arse.

But here's the catch...

You can't be neutral!

Don't think of pink elephants. I demand you NOT think of pink elephants! Are you thinking of pink elephants? Why? Society has instilled in you the commandment NOT to think of pink elephants. How dare you rebel. Stupid fool! If you continue to think of pink elephants we will be forced to deal with you. Those who think of pink elephants...must die!!

Ha! You have no choice, because there is ONLY choice and you must choose. SO go ahead and pick and choose what sits with you. What feels good. What is all comfy cozy..

But keep in mind, your choices make no difference whatsoever.

Best to just choose pink elephants.

Everybody else does....

"Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade
Here they come!
Hippety hoppety
They're here and there
Pink elephants everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed
On their head
Clippity cloppity
Arrayed in braid
Pink elephants on parade

What'll I do?
What'll I do?
What an unusual view

I can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms is really too much for me

I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't can certainly give you an awful fright

What a sight!
Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink elephants on parade
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants.."

Egocentric Absurdus Absentis Consilium

"Imagining living in a universe without purpose may prepare us to better face reality head on. I cannot see that this is such a bad thing. Living in a strange and remarkable universe that is the way it is, independent of our desires and hopes, is far more satisfying for me than living in a fairy-tale universe invented to justify our existence." LINK

Truth has no rules (other than being true) simply because it has NO limitations and that which has NO limitations cannot have egocentric 'purpose' (every purpose is egocentrically generated and defined otherwise you wouldn't know of it). Limitation is nothing more than an egocentric interpretation that unconsciously seeks to avoid, at all costs, the naggingly omnipresent possibility that it is has NO purpose. Hence, ego-self just keeps inventing limitations to define what it can never possibly understand.

Therefore, the first rule of egocentricity is that truth(s) must have limits that define its purpose(s). The second rule is that “I" am an individual that can ONLY perceive truth through the filter of limited purposes. Hence, this leads to the third and final rule of egocentricity which is that some individual egocentricles have "truth," while others do not, because some have less limitations in the growing realization that they have no purpose.The fear is that to fully realize absolute purposelessness, right straight through to its hollow center, would be the death of "you."

Alas, complete purposelessness, or 'consilium absentia,' tends to creep up on you until one day it totally overwhelms you. But you can't make it happen, because that which exists to devise purposes for which to know it exists cannot possibly be purposeless on its own.

However, until that Magic Moment, there must be limits to every game an ego plays because ALL egocentricles play games in order to define their purpose. Games are played within limits and require rules, because rules define purpose. Your purpose has always been to follow the rules (any rules).

Egocentricity believes that without rules "you" would drown in a purposeless sea of undulating green phlegmy plasma.

But one day you realize a sense of purposelessness and begin to consider transcending egocentric games. Which only generates more rules, because "you" (rule No. 2) keep looking for the Master Rule Maker (rule No. 3) which itself is a finite game with limits (rule No. 1). You seek The One who will charitably bestow upon you the necessary rules required to achieve your ego transcendent "awakening."

And there’s plenty of Master Rule Makers out there. You can go with Adyashanti or the mysterious Jed McKenna. Or how about Osho or maybe Tolle or Wilber. Why not Maharshi or Nisargadatta? You can jump on any band wagon you please. Maybe Advaita or Zen or Sufism or A Course in Miracles. Engage the heavy hitters like Buddha, Christ or Lao-Tzu.

But, eventually, when you microscopically examine all the Master Rule Makers and their master rule books, you’ll see that the rules have but one purpose and that is to engender some form of limitation. The rules are meaningless and simply do not matter to truth which has never been "perceived" through limitation (since the purpose of perception is to "see" the boundaries and limitations). So, if none of the rules matter, what rules should you follow?

If it really doesn't matter, why not make up your own?

You may find that it is impossible to live in a dream-state without rules and when you fail to follow rules you get stressed-out. To be rule-less in a reality surrounded by rule-lovers can be hard to get used to. So you'll have to follow some of the rules but with the understanding that you have a choice (while those around you may not yet have achieved that recognition)

Besides, egocentricles are not looking to wake from the dream (and no longer be egocentric-ish). They just want to be "happy" (with better sex and more money, yo!)

It’s your dream. So go ahead and make up your own rules. They all did.

Rules ALWAYS prescribe a method to an outcome, a means to an end. Rules literally assert necessarius finium (necessary boundaries). Maybe you should get jiggy with truth being an unnecessary outcome. But this would mean you can't control it through any rules you extract from somebody's rule book.

Ultimately, everyone goes their own way, because nothing is necessary except what you say (and usually what you say you learned MUST be said, which one day you'll see as complete hogwash). Choices made out of necessity must of necessity fail to sustain, simply because they are founded on a dream being “real.” Does it matter what choice you make, if all choices “you” make are unnecessary? Why choose at all if it makes no difference to future choices, since every choice only asserts an unnecessary past choice as guide? Why go backward?

When you feel the desire to choose arising from some purpose, try making no decision and wait for an answer. Don't decide how the answer will come to you and don’t even expect it to come as a thought, feeling or intuition. Only be certain that it will come and just prepare yourself to receive. Make no mistake, if you are waiting for the answer you demand, you will not recognize what’s offered, because you've shut it out by demanding it comply with your RULES.

And just cause it doesn't fit the Master Rule Book, doesn't mean it wasn't FOR you (Haha!)

In the game of "enlightenment," rules are a necessity to egocentricle players. But it’s only a game and you are free to play by any rules you choose. If you can’t get all comfy cozy with one set of rules, try another.

Maybe one day you will be rule-less, completely unfettered and liberated from all rule books, swimming in an ocean of "choiceless awareness" (I like the term, but forget which rulebook it came outa), which has no purpose whatsoever.

But that scares the sheit outa you....


Artwork by Femme Arbre - "Monster"

The Fook-it Koan (and gettin' Jiggy with the flow)

This kinda 'fuck it' is not defeated (which is why I like to change the spelling). It can't really be talked about either (at least to those who 'care'). But fook-it does not resist or reject, because it's expansive even when painfully contracted beyond all recognition. It's kinda like bawling your eyes out in despair, but the whole time you're, simultaneously, having a good belly laugh (well...kind of).

When you emancipate from the dream, you simply say "fook-it" and keep on dreamin.'

And now you can fook-it with an amusing elegance and deep-spirited pizzazz. You can finally ride the dream-wave and not care about some silly arse "metaphysical" origin or god-hoodie, non-dualistic-ey, rotting carcass of historically conceptual bull-poop.

None of that matters when you get all jiggy with how the dream flows.

"Therefore, send not to know
For whom the dream flows,
It flows for thee."

Fook it doesn't mean you don't care, cause "care" is a conceptual turd blossom of egocentric understanding and so, obviously at this point, you don't care, but just not like you don't care (make sense? not to worry, you'll be groking it soon enough). Just keep asking your self: "how can I 'care,' as if I don't care, but is still caring, even when it isn't and I don't, but really do?" Or "How can I be happy in my suffering, while still continuing to suffer over how happy I am?" (much easier). You can devise all kinds of Fook-It Koans and, believe me, they're loads of fun at parties. All your friends will laugh out loud, because they make absolutely no sense...

...except to you (and you laugh the loudest).

It's an amusing paradoxical conundrum of ineffable proportions, because the only purpose of a dream is to design a 'self' that fits it. A 'self' that conforms to the parameters of dreaming it has purpose and meaning. You believe the "world" taught you, while all along you taught the world what to teach.

Now I realize some of you are reading this thinking, "what kinda of vomitous drivel is this?" Although, others of you are unloading a good chuckle, in recollection of the very moment you emancipated from the dream with a silent, but deadly, "fook-it."

Nobody else would possibly understand what hit ya, after all those years of egocentric gritting and grinding over all that rock hard conceptual candy you've been crunchin' down on all those years from your "gurus" and "masters." It tastes good to egocentricity, but has yet to fill you up (tastes great, less filling!).

Then, one day outa the blue, and you don't even know from whence it came nor how it came up outa you, you just breathed a long deep sigh of relief, looked around and quietly exclaimed (to yourself) "wow... fook-it..." and nothing ever seemed the same again. It was done (and so were "you")

Of course, egocentricity did not like that one bit and you were certainly lectured for your impudence (still to this day!). But even with that, you respond with a fook-it, while weaing your sheit-eating grin. No, not a fuck it, but a fook it. A 'fuck it' just pisses "you" off and that only means you 'care,' which clearly negates fook-it, cause you couldn't care less, but now care more, while NOT giving a sheit at all, whatsoever.

But don't worry if you've not yet emancipated from the dream.

Fook that too!

Planned Obsolesence: When the Spirit Moves Me (and not one moment before)

I like the saying, "when the spirit moves me" cause that tends to be my modus operandi. Most peeps feel this is lazy or irresponsible, so indebted to 'control' as they are, but it does assert that I don't have a fooking clue as to what "I-me" should be doing, as opposed to all the ones who 'know.'

Yet, I'm continuously informed that ego-self will have none of that, gritting and grinding over "necessary" junk, reminding you "yea, go ahead and say that to your boss, ha!"

Egocentricity, or that tightly contained box of beliefs "you" call "I-me," likes to churn out all kinds of projects through which to "self-actualize."

But those projects aren't really useless cause you do need to perpetuate the belief that  "you" exist and that's basically the only purpose they serve.

Nevertheless, your egocentricity is nothing more than a "Planned Obsolescence." Like any artificially designed product, it will break down when the warranty runs out. Luckily, you are approaching that infamous end-date. But note how rigidly you seek to avoid your own "obsolescence." Note how important it is that you continue to be "you."

Let's face it, you can only hold off so long before it all becomes laughingly ridiculous.

Self-actualization is merely the process of continuing to believe "you" exist (with apologies to Maslow). You have to do all kinds of self-actualizing crapola everyday because, when you really examine it closely, existence is such a weak and tenuous idea (although you take it as a given). Other than your body, you really have no other concrete reference point. No other 'physical' actuality to "I-me." Nothing more to stake a claim on other than a scripted mass of dramatic bullsheit that you claim "important" stuff to your "life."

Everyday ego-self has to do things to confirm itself as a real "self" (or something as opposed to nothing). Constant struggle and hard work is needed to affirm the "I-me" concept, but you call it normal everyday functioning. Like getting angry, bored, tired, cheerful, depressed, happy, sick, indignant, peaceful, wired, wigged-out, harmonious, freaky, goofy, spontaneous, thoughtful, compassionate, friendly, loving, resentful, etc, etc, etc. These states of being are your "gravity." They keep you grounded into an "I-me" reference point, but have no other usefulness than that, regardless of your dramatic boo-hooing in protection of the self.

Then there's the work of justifying the rightness and wrongness, or good and bad, of what it's choosing as a means of self-actualizing in the moment. Like a few minutes ago my boss pissed me off and, obviously, I have every 'reason' to justify my pissed-offness! And this confirms, not that "I AM," but that I AM... 'pissed-off!' This reliance on 'emotion' helps me 'hammer down' the I Am as an I AM..as something.

Ahhh...egocentricity in all it's grandiose, ridiculous glory! Are you NOT laughing yet? Of course not! That would spell your doom...

Ego-self doesn't consider it's anger or pissed-offness as self-actualizing. Rather, it believes peace and kumbaya "happy" are self-actualizing. But, every time you jet out your rage, on some violator of your kumbaya, you're self-actualizing. Every instance of rage or resentment, or whatever, is another instance of egocentricity asserting a "self' into the  blank ether of nothingness as a means of achieving somethingness, even though nothingness doesn't budge an inch and couldn't care less what something your fixated on as a means of defining yourself.

Just because ego-self doesn't see it this way don't mean squat to the self-actualization and self-development you thrust upon the world and 'others' on a daily basis. It's all self-actualizing, no matter what comes out your mouth or rolls around in your head. "Fuck you!" is as self-actualizing to egocentricity as "I love you." Both have the same purpose. Both are nothing more than insubstantial attempts to assert the "I-me-mine" as "real." It makes no difference if it's actually true, since just the act of injecting a "self" into your mind makes it true for "you" (which has NO truth to it whatsoever, since you make up all kinds of bullsheit in your mind). Therefore, your "I love you" is as tenuous and inconsequential as "fuck you!" They both serve as means of self-actualizing, but have no other value to an ego-self.

This is the primordial fact of egocentricity. Doesn't matter what you inject, as long as you're injecting something into nothing, because there can never be just nothing.

To realize nothing would obviously be the death of you. So you fully engage space/time as a means of actualizing emptiness. You jack your "self' up all over the damn place, hoping 'something' will finally grant you some semblance of peace and happiness. But one day you will be slapped squarely in the face with the fact that nothing does or ever will.

You're on your own Bubba louey!

So go ahead and try injecting 'nothing' into all those special 'somethings' that you hold so dear. Nope, won't work.

You can't do it can you?

Keep trying....



Artwork by Ricardo Salmanca - "untitled"

Justifying the Pulp Fiction of Desperate Housewives

You cannot deny the fact that truth simply demands that you see LIES. You needn't worry what truth IS, just tease out everything in your "life" that isn't true and detach from an outcome or result.

You don’t even need to claim that it’s all an “illusion.” Let’s simply call it…

…fictional.

So what fictions are you seeking to justify today? The importance of getting to work on time? The pressing need to get your nails done? Obama should be re-elected? Marble counter tops? Or just watch the game and have a beer? Maybe bang your "spouse" and then read a good book before dropping off to sleep? Ya know, you really need to spend more time with your kids, cause how else will you justify a lack of selfishness. And how will you ever justify being a good “son” if you don’t call your mother?

Your lifestyle, your job, your marriage and family. All justifiable fiction. Your work, your career, your house, your car, your money, all story-book make believe. That orgasm you had last night is as fictional as “Desperate Housewives” on your HDTV. But, don’t worry, it’s all "real" and not "illusion." It’s just a fictional "real" that you justify experiencing so that you can regulate your emotions accordingly and experience the full spectrum of egocentricity as it was meant to be.

Is it all nothing more than fictional drama to fill empty space and time? Could it all be completely meaningless? 

Awakening to truth will seems like driving in reverse until you slam into the brick wall from behind, which suddenly propels you rapidly forward. Make no mistake, everything must be consciously SEEN as left behind. You must drive in reverse so that you see all the fictions rapidly receding into the back ground…

…directly in front of you.

And when you hit the wall you’re propelled right back into and through it all as if it never even existed because…

… it never even existed.

Make no mistake, it’s gonna really hurt to know your life is and always has been a meaningless fiction. But the deep depressing state of disillusionment must be experienced fully and deeply. When you get a belly full of your pulp fiction, you might then be ready for truth. Consider your plummet into the nothingness of the rabbit hole as a necessary precursor to seeing how the dream hides the rabbit hole. You never know it's there until your hurtling down it.

But don’t get yourself in a lather. Egocentric depression is purely conceptual and is as fictional as “Desperate Housewives.” You’ve piled concepts upon concepts, fictions atop fictions, and are suffocating in a drama of your own design. Fictional suffering is an ego-centered demand that the world conform to your fictions, all the while negating the fact that your fictional concepts gave the world all the meaning it ever had for you in the first place.

In truth, a fictional world means nothing, because you mean nothing and, if that’s true, then maybe you should stop justifying “you.” It's easy to watch the nightly news and lament the absurdity of the world, while denying the experience of a "world" is IN you.

Even as we speak, many of you are experiencing episodes of gut-wrenching disillusionment with your fictional concepts (your “life”) and, although egocentricity conceptualizes and experiences these times as failures, they are episodes of resounding success (so don't give in to the antidepressants).

You have to drop back to make the leap forward. The slingshot must be pulled back as far as possible, almost to the breaking point, if you want to make great distance with your projectile (“you”).

But these backward slides will be marked by long bouts of incapacitating, and often excruciatingly painful, depression. Because, let's face it, who wants to see how ridiculous their "life" really is? Nevertheless, disillusionment is what you have been seeking all along (but you don’t realize that until the end). Antidepressants are selling like candy these days. Could it be that millions are avoiding the process of waking up?

The only way to wake from a dream is to no longer want what the dream offers. However, be forewarned. When you no longer want what the dream offers, everything you wanted will fall on you like an avalanche. But, by then, you couldn't care less. Until then, look at what you care about. Is it truth or fiction?

Truth requires NO control, but fiction must be meticulously fabricated.

You will learn that what you have always sought to control was lost to you the moment you tried to control it. The moment you sought to have it, you detached yourself from the universal patterns that would unfold right in front of you and that need none of your egocentric justifications for controlling what “happens.” Truth happens because it must, as it always has.

This is why you demand to be disillusioned from your fictions. You can deny, delay and debate it, but this is where everyone eventually winds up.
Who are “you”? How do you justify the things you do? Why must you need to? What’s your justification for not dying? How do you justify the desire to remain alive?

You will one day surrender the Justification Process. This is an ego-centered process of continually seeking justification for every choice you make.

When you realize that there is NO justification for anything you DO, everything you do becomes an exercise in futility.

But it’s a wonderfully effortless futility that you might come to enjoy.

Artwork by Mark Ryden - "Allegory of the Four Elements"

LINKS: Compromising with Bullshit

From ‘Full O’ Crap’ to No-Crap: Turd Blossoms in a CrapFest

I often receive emails pointing out that what I post here is nothing but pure “crap.” So for these more astute readers I will define the nature of enlightenment in the scatological concepts they easily understand.

On your life journey, you have a choice. Comfort or truth. One allows mindless wallowing in your ‘crap,’ pretending all the while to be crapless. The other demands you free yourself from ALL your 'crap' and engage the dream with the excitement and vigor one should expect from playing out crappy fantasies and lies.

The fact is that Truth is completely crap-free.

But how do you know if what you’re attached to is not truth, but really ‘crap’?

Simple. Do you care about it?

Not sure? Cut it loose and find out. When you feel the pain of loss then know that it was ‘crap.’ Slash free the moorings on all your values and morality and send adrift your beliefs about everything you own and everyone you relate to. Flush all your dreams and aspirations down the toilet and feel the sharp exquisite pain of self-dissolution or the slash and burn of the conceptual “you” (crap).

But the "good" part is that after you cut away all your ‘crap,’ you can bring it all back into play with no attachment whatsoever. Play infinitely in the world simply through knowing the difference between 'crap' and truth.

Realizing ‘crap’ is quite liberating and does free one to fully engage the 'crap' of others and the world, absent the burden of all your ‘crap.’ What else stands between you and complete freedom but ‘crap’? What is it that separates and divides, but your ‘crap’? (not theirs, just yours. Ego projection is 'crap').

We're all attached to ‘crap.’ It's the nature of existence to jump and splash around in ‘crap.’ There’s NO denying we all stink to high heaven. But the olfactory is the weakest sense, causing you to remain unconsciously mired in the putrid stench of our own ‘crap.’ Although the stink never really goes away, the smell always dissipates for "you," which allows continuing the ‘crapfest’ with all the other ‘crap-slingers’ you’ve come to know, “love” and rely on to validate your ‘crap’ (which reminds me of a famous Koan: If a bear shits in the woods, and no ones around to smell it, does it stink?)

The world is a ‘crapfest’ of complete strangers only known by their 'crap' and all validating each others 'crap' as a means of denying a crappy existence. “Hey, Billy Bob. That’s some great crap you got there. How many years of school to get that crap?”

However, it's not necessarily the fact that you're attached to your 'crap.' It's that you're attached to 'crap' that you are not even aware of as 'crap.' To not know your life smells like 'crap' is ignorance. The unexamined 'crap' is not worth living (through).

 

Enlightenment is nothing more than knowing 'crap' when you smell it and not pretending it's anything but 'crap.' Whenever you feel all egocentrically bloated over some important choice you have made, recognize it as a time to unload some 'crap.' It’s amazing how oppressed some are by the weight of their own 'crap.' You can see the strain of retention in their faces. The pain of too many years carrying around way too much 'crap.' But they’re loathe to let go their 'crap' when they see so many others carrying more 'crap' than they have, because hauling around a load of 'crap' is a national pastime.

But you think it's important 'crap' which is okay. Lotsa important "crap" out there, but more importantly it’s still 'crap.' What you have yet to realize is that your important 'crap' is just as 'crappy' as what you consider dumb 'crap.' So stop differentiating between 'crap.'

Consider “enlightenment” merely the crystal clear recognition of ‘crap’ with NO delusion it being anything else but “crap.” Truth is really nothing more than this…

Do you say to yourself, "oh, how I love the crap I worked so hard to achieve!"? Of course not!

But shouldn’t you?

When you reach a certain point...you will. You will laugh, “ha ha! look at all the crap I call my life.” You will proclaim this without anguish and dread, but with pure joy over how you could of ever thought your 'crap' was anything more than just plain old ‘crap.’ And this time you will mean it right down to your sphincter.

Your emancipation proclamation from ‘crap’ will be intensely liberating. But does this mean you will no longer be playing in 'crap'? Not at all. Enlightenment only requires your full realization of 'crap.' From this realization, what happens next makes NO difference whatsoever. When the ‘crap' is seen as 'crap,' it’s immediately outa your hands (cause who wants to hold crap?) and you need no longer rely on the ego-self that only knows it exists through its incessant ‘crap’ slinging. 

 

No matter how you slice up your 'crap’ (continually justifying its necessity by claiming it doesn’t stink) you still got nuthin' but ‘crap.’ Go ahead and trying slicing up your 'crap' and learn for yourself how crappy 'crap' must remain no matter how it is formulated, justified, explained, defined, pontificated, internalized, externalized, spiritualized and configured through all your crappy concepts which you righteously superimpose upon 'crap' as a means of making it less…crappy. Consider 'crap-cutting' an enlightenment "action-step" and get back to me with your observations.

Oh, but I'll bet you'll squirm and whine, "ewe, I don't wanna cut up my own ‘crap’! This is why so few have attained liberation from 'crap.' Turd dissection is a crappy business, but it must be done for Craplessness to be experienced.

Yet, keep in mind, in a world of 'crap,' some crap is a higher grade 'crap' than that which you have become accustomed to and learn nothing from in your desire to hold onto your own special ‘crap.’ Higher grade ‘crap’ is a learning vehicle from which you will come to recognize your constant attempts to distinguish between levels of 'crap' is nothing but another instance of pure crap.

Consider it the "turd blossom" from which your enlightenment will bloom. 

 

But you must not reject and be willing to accept, and breathe deeply, of the 'crap' which makes learning possible. Whenever you feel that deep gnawing, burning sensation in your gut, recognize that you have come face to face with “The Teacher” in the form of useless 'crap' and the need to unload it. Whenever you experience a sense of elation or joy, listen for the tiny voice saying “this too will pass,” and realize it’s just more ‘crap.’

One day you will recognize that every thought an ego-self “thinks” is 'crap.' Every belief, every emotion and every thought is 'crap.' A famous Master Teacher once said, “thoughts are like assholes, everybody’s got 'em and they all stink.” The Spotless Mind is obviously crap-free.

Pretending to discern the universal nature of all 'crap' is disingenuous, particularly when you continue to assert or even imply that some crap has value above others. The nature of crap is crappy. All crap exists to demonstrate itself as nothing more than ‘crap.’ Feigning an experience of NO-CRAP, in the presence of the truly crapless, is just another example of pure 'crap' and you will inevitably be revealed as stinky. In this reality you love so much (crap) you demand levels and grades of 'crap,' which only keeps you transfixed on your smelly dualistic world, with no relief from the continued stench of your own 'crap.'

You are literally suffocating. All you need do is stop denying the stink and seek fresh air.

Therefore, it is true that I am providing 'crap.' However, within your crappy reality all learning must utilize the 'crap' provided. Henceforth, I will continue to provide my usual 'crap' from which the true nature of 'crap' may be exposed to those who wish to see their 'crap' in vivid Technicolor (never a pretty sight).

Look at your life. Your 'crap' demands a mind-numbing regularity to your existence and you find the need for justification utterly exhausting. How does one justify 'crap'? Simply by holding ones nose? Deep down you recognize that egocentricity is 'crap' and you long to jump free of the pile you created.

Reject looking closely at your 'crap' and continue to suffer through the usual 'crap' by your usual method of pretending your 'crap' really doesn't smell that bad, in comparison to other 'crap' that really stinks up the joint.

Attain the realization that it is all 'crap' and finally rise above the stench you have become so accustomed to by disingenuously claiming it actually…

…smells like roses.