January 21, 2010
Song of Myself
ishness
Desipientiae: Vol. 1, Art. 33. Most
of us regard the rest of us as implements. It isn’t a sin any of us wishes to
confess. We see it clearly in others,* but we don’t stop to ponder how we
became immune.
We did
not. We are not. We seldom distinguish others from ourselves any more than a nursing infant perceives
its mother is a separate being. When we do distinguish (briefly), we see our others
as so many brooms in their broom closets, pots and pans on their hooks, pens in
their holders, pencils in their drawers. We wish the flies would stay in their ointment.
*Egotist.
A person of low taste, more interested in himself than me. – Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary.
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