Sparks fly if you hit a piece of cast steel with an iron hammer. Hit ego on the head with the hammer of awareness. Instead of sparks flying from the block of ego, little monsters leapt from Lohbado’s mind and hopped away like rabbits. Lohbado thought of this as he walked down the street on a cold rainy morning. The dark branches of leaves and the green and golden foliage reminded Lohbado of being under a cathedral dome. He thought of the warm gold and red earth tones and blue of the icons. Representations of saints and holy figures gazed into infinity.
The branches of the trees made him aware of his ribs. Lohbado all his life was thin, not much more than a skeleton. His thin body often felt like a barrel full of guts... the digestive tract, respiratory system, nerves, blood vessels. The body is an expression of infinite nature. Rev. Woodlot Stumps proclaimed this from his pulpit on Sunday mornings in the Church of the Living Monument during the sixties, when Lohbado was Peter Stumps. When you feel bad, identify with the infinite.
The self is a necessary part of one’s being. It’s important to know your name, who you are, what day it is. Where are you? Where do you live? If you can’t answer these questions, you could be in trouble.
It’s important to keep self in perspective, how it relates to the larger picture. An exaggerated sense of self results in suffering, in so far as the bubble of self gets popped as one experiences change, accident, misfortune, sickness and death. It could lead to conflict.