I don’t know about you, but mine scuttled around, it scuttled low, in my closet, in the Dark, at Night, not under my bed.

In later years I became quasi-conveniently-nihilistically convinced that it was all MY FAULT! Nice Try! For the Marvel Super Anti Hero Villain Role!

But come on my Buddha Zero Friend! No Ego is Truly That Magnificent! That… Important! Since even good old not a Zen Buddhist Existentialist Jean Paul Sartre agreed that all any Ego would ever add up to would be a big fat KAPOOFTER of a NOTHINGNESS Frozen in Terror having been CAUGHT PEEPING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE AT OUR SISTER MASTURBATING IN THE BATHTUB!

Mama Mia!

Explain that ONE away-ah!