"so there are two types of ego, and wisdom or intelligence makes a distinction. similarly, we must be able to distinguish between genuine humility and a lack of confidence. one may mistake the two because both of these are sort of slightly humbling mental functions, but one is positive and the other is negative."  ~dalai lama he sat as his desk, and wondered…what could he write…it had been months since he had written anything. over and over he had tried to go back to that space - that peaceful output he had experienced in the desert. but he couldn't get around the ego of it all and he wasn't in the desert any more… now he is in a little town outside of leeds,england. how he got himself here was a string of circumstances and chances like any other in life. if you watch it closely, life is really like a dream. we dance with the same illusive images, and talk to the same disappearing people. he has a nest here. a good home for a ghost… yes, that was one thing that did remain from the road.. that feeling of detachment. its a very long process to bypass all the circuits that lead to ego and difficult to know which ones to disconnect without losing the signal. somehow he had escaped to another nest in another world. the old world. a land of red brick rows and green swaying fields. the weather is nice in the summer here. cool days, wind and lots of clouds… deep dark dramatic clouds of religious paintings. they stand over the green squares that checkerboard the horizon. every day he walks in the fields and dreams...he doesn't talk much to people but he doesn't try. silence is his companion. he is here for peace and time to reflect on the journey that brought him here…