The Ego is Clay Until It Becomes Hardened Ceramic

When we are born there is a sense that we are a clean slate. Not much unlike a piece of clay that can be shaped and formed by its experience. Few remember that the contents of this vessel that is us is our essence- the soul. Psychology calls this container personality. People think it is who they are. This works until the container is cracked then everything that we thought we were is spilled out onto the ground. What are we to do? First, if the pottery wheel is life then we are both the potter and the pot.