Let us recall for a moment that our ego—which seems to us our center, our core, our identity, our rock of ages—is itself one “complex” among many. It is the central complex of consciousness—who we think we are at any given moment, but in any given moment that “complex,” malleable as it is, may be subsumed by other energies with quite contrary agendas, scripts, and provisional identities, and together they collusively produce unpredictable outcomes. (As anyone knows who looks soberly at his or her accumulated history.)
