THE EGO

An old man sat on his porch…

Smoking his pipe.

He contemplated on his LIFE as he gently rocked in his chair, aware that any moment could be his last; not that he cared. He’d lived LIFE to the full so he enjoyed a moment of pleasure. He treasured every puff of the rich, aromatic, smoky spice of his favourite tobacco, guilt free, because he had earned it. When you travel the road that this man had…

There is nothing left to conquer.

He had lived the LIFE of a warrior but not in a way that is famous; he was anonymous. Nobody knew his name. You wouldn’t find his star on the walk of fame in Hollywood, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t legendary. To walk in the world as he had, to conquer LIFE’s real quest, its true spiritual test is to achieve a status that only the Gods can understand. This mortal man was about to join the Gods on the celestial plane when he left his body, which was why he was so gently rocking in his chair, gratefully smoking his pipe, waiting for his LIFE to end.