She lifted herself up, and said unto them

In God studies at school, we learned about 
Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Julian of Norwich.

'Altruistic' my teacher would trill

(She had no ankles, and wrote

Religiously to Her Girls who went to Oxbridge).

I would note take, nod,

Summarise and memorise:

But, blotchy clotdark inside of me

I wondered if really they did it for them.

Doesn't knowing people think you to be

A saviour, sinner, whatever

Give you 

Pleasure, meaning, whatever

In itself?

I believe in many things

But I don't believe in altruism,

And now, I dangle saltwater heavy

And scoop out handfuls of blogs:

Love, abuse, sex and hate and

I don't believe in them, either.

Let he who is without ego

Post the first blog. 

Comments

[Chris]

You scare me. Ego is a very bad word. It's like it comes at a gradient, or a tangent. It can be viscious in its deadening...in its cunning...in its violence...in its hate. Contempt. It can haunt you in absentia. It's a wicked thought.

Honi soit qui mal y pense