Boundaries of Ego

If houses were created with no roofs, the beautifully patterned constellation of the stars in the dark night sky would be what our eyes would see before we close them and lay down to sleep.

If rooms were created with no walls, privacy would be no more than a hallucinatory fantasy that we would possibly risk higher stakes merely for the sake of detaining the deadly secrets we own to stay in ambush.

If lawns were created with no fences, warm talks in between shared afternoon tea time would be more common among neighbors instead of worrying about and envying how the grass might be greener on the other side.

If geometrical shapes were created with no borders, the art in abstractness would no longer be taken for granted but rather be understood as the sense of its familiarity would grow stronger.

If everything on this earth was created to be unified as one with no separating barriers;

if humans were created with no disputable distinctions of thoughts, values, beliefs, or any other different upbringing between one and another;

and if feelings were created to be felt with no restrictions;

you would be everything that my heart would've fallen for, my mind would've longed for, my hands would've held onto, my head would've leaned on, but not my life to sacrifice for—because I and my entire boundaries of ego would rather spend the rest of it together with you.