Ordinary life. Ordinary is good. When I was young and naïve I was taught that ordinary was unacceptable. You had to be something great, something special. Guess what? In our ordinariness we are all great and special. Our ego makes us believe that we are not. I wonder what life would be like without the ego? I think the world would be a nicer place. But would there be a surplus of niceness? Could such a thing exist? A surplus of love? I don’t think there could ever be a surplus of love.