From Ego to One Connection: A Reflection on Healing and Unity
For one throb of the artery, While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One is animate Mankind inanimate phantasy. These lines from Yeats once fascinated me, leading to a lifelong journey from self-centeredness to a deeper connection. As a young student, I took them in with an exaggerated confidence in the significance of “me.” I even humorously reworded…












