Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat with 900 lives. As ego slithers into the abyss, where I dare not stare, a calm knowing that everything is in divine order sweeps over me. This awareness makes my soul sing, despite my stoic appearance.