"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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The Path To Peace ***

 
The great irony of the ego is that it always expresses our sense of unworthiness. Lurking beneath the mask of bravado is the kid nobody wanted on their baseball team, the boy who was bullied at summer camp, the young man the girls thought was weird; the one who retreated into a world far removed from the everday slights he perceived around him.
 
The boy grows up, but the child still longs to be heard. He cannot rejoice at the success of others because he is blinded by the illusion of his own incompleteness. He wants to be recognized because he believes that only by standing out from the crowd will he finally be seen. He must raise his voice above the others or he will disappear.
 
One day however, perhaps barely discernible, he hears the voice of his own soul calling. It is the memory of his true magnificence, that part of him which does not need to be special, but wishes only to share. It makes itself known in his moments of gravest discomfort. It’s whispers remain when all the accolades, posessions, and substances can no longer overwhelm his sorrow. 
 
Slowly, inexorably…through intention and trial…the man learns to listen, respect and live from the seed of his own being. He no longer needs to smash anyone down, to bedazzle and confuse with his mind, to dominate or to destroy.  He learns to rest in the great, majestic river of his own Divinity.  And there is peace.