i have come to several conclusions lately.
one of them is that a heart break and an ego break are so close as to be virtually indistinguishable, except with expensive and invasive tests that are the equivalent of splitting a horse into its component pieces to see how it's made, and then wondering why it won't go.
my other conclusion is that the ego is a scavenger with very low moral standards. i said so to two people recently: the first ignored the statement, having misunderstood my message; the second told me it was a very chilling and dark metaphor, but true.
most of us don't like to know we have caused others pain, obviously. but the feeding habits of the ego are dark and unsavoury, and sometimes, if we're really honest with ourselves, in the quiet secret places of our hearts, we can admit to a certain pleasure in having the kind of power to hurt someone, the kind of power to break a heart, or wound. we don't always like to see where the ego feeds, it isn't a pretty sight, but feed it does, and not always from the bowl of wholesome kibble we set out for it. pay attention and you will see that on occasion it comes home looking shifty-eyed, with blood on its muzzle. you'd best not look too closely; you might not like what you see.