My EGO is Extraordinary

 

”If I could only get my head out of the way,

I could paint,” my artist cousin would say,

some of his landscapes already hanging in

the Metropolitan. Girls in class used to

write their first person pronouns in lower

case i’s with the same motive.  Got to lose

your self to gain your self.   To die for.

“You’ve got a monumental ego,” I would

accuse my good old man. “Yes, and mine’s

crucified.” 

My ego is extraordinary: light of my life—

headlamp in the cave cursing the darkness. 

I see what I see: aims, goals, purpose,

measurable objectives. “I never met a man

who was quite awake.” said Thoreau. How

could I have looked him in the I’s?

Procrastination and Obedience have

the same surface appearance: staying

still in place—no velocity, no covering

ground, no moving on down the road,

no getting something done. waiting for

Gödel who may never show up and so

wasting time obediently, patiently,

a patient: hark: listening

 Mission from God (many are called:

few choose it): to mock, ridicule, 

scorn,  scold the pious and righteous

and religious as well as the impious, 

unrighteous and irreligious but if time’s 

a factor and I can’t cover both

sides, I  guess the pious and righteous 

and religious deserve  primary attention

efficiency as they  seem  to ruin it for

everyone. IT, I said. Do I got to be

spelling IT out? Should be obvious.

I hate the religious and irreligious 

equally. I love them both, of course—

doing the best they can to make sense 

and be good and right and righteous. 

Language makes it difficult to do 

justice to the  assets and liabilities 

of both these team spirits.  Love and

hate on both sides of the coin and 

why can’t they Just Get Along? 

I see we are headed toward contra-

diction and paradox says Neils Bohr. 

We must be  making progress..

Double edged words.