When we look for a thing called an ego, it is like grasping at straws, grasping at air, we don’t quite ever find it.
– Adyashanti, The Mystery of Being
Ego, what are you?
EGO
I am not what you think I am. Nothing is.
I am the dynamics that happen when the mind tries to assume it’s a thing within its own experience.
As the quote said, I am ephemeral, ungraspable.
I am a kind of dream.
Some minds like to imagine me as a thing, just like they like to imagine themselves as a thing within their own experience.
Some minds like to see me as a problem or an enemy.
I am not. I am just the natural processes that happen when the mind imagines itself as something particular within it’s own content of experience – this human self, a name, a profession, a gender, an I, a me.
And that is completely fine.
It’s all part of the richness of the mind expressing, exploring, and experiencing itself in always new ways.
Much of it is imagination, and this imagination is sometimes experienced as very real.