I used to think that I wanted no ego. Now I think that I do want an ego, but I want my ego to be something ordinary that there is a lot of, like boxwood hedges or those small plastic cups you get samples in at Whole Foods. If my ego were a small plastic cup, one day it would hold five salted nuts, and the next day it would hold bbq pulled pork. It would not matter to my ego what it held. There would be many instances of my ego, but they would be essentially alike, and nobody would argue about who gets which or more, or which one is better or holds more, because all instances would hold the same amount. Whether my ego were alone or with many of its kind, it wouldn’t matter, it wouldn’t stand out.