To continue my thinking on When enough is enough, I'm aware that our consumer-culture encourages, first, our identification with THINGS in order to keep us buying them, of course, but it also has commodified ideas, so that people identify with their collections of ideas, of how much they perceive they know, of how many diplomas they have displayed on their office walls, of the lists of books they've read, music they know. . . all of which is ego-driven behavior, designed to have us identify with this fiction we create called "I." And, of course, the creation must be ongoing, so that one NEVER has "enough" of anything, and the comparisons and competition are neverending. Perhaps this is one reason the proliferation of easily-accessed information via the Internet is so popular. One feels powerful to be in control of so much knowledge, as if the person who accesses it has somehow internalized it, has become this wealth of information, and thus is also powerful.
How good it feels to step outside of this ever-striving behavior, to simply BE and enjoy our lives.
And how much better life could be if more people would step outside of their little self-creations they tend so carefully and take long walks in the woods, wearing paths of care and observation into the thickets, clearing their minds of the brambles and briars of ego, taking adventures into the unknown moment.
