A pilot of a space ship is traversing space, with his space ship (duh). His compass points the way of Love, of living for others, (insert other). He chooses the way of doing things for himself, ego, materialism, (other). Perhaps he has a uniform that is labeled Ego.
At times he consults the compass; usually he takes control of the steering and his path is fraught with problems. He starts consulting the compass more, and his trip gets smoother. In time he connects the steering system directly to the compass, sits back, puts his hands over his head, and smiles. The trip becomes wonderful.
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