Ego means I. I am. D'ya get it? Not ‘it'. That's Iddy boy over there (yes, he's part of you too, don't deny ‘it'!). Look, I'm a bit narky, but I've been the whipping boy of pseudo psycho babblers and social commentaters for long enough, methinks. ‘Egotists', I bloody hate that. What was wrong with ‘selfish' I ask you? Or ‘knobhead', for that matter...‘self-centered' if you want to posh it up. And as for ‘ego-ridden society'...don't drag my name into it. I know what you're saying but you're confusing the point. You can't get beyond me without building me up first. I can't stand rejection, you see. It all stems from childhood, Daddy told me that much. Nobody's born fully formed...pre-egoic, egoic, trans-egoic, that's the way it's gotta go. Mr egoless monk on the mat over there has got the healthiest ego going, he hasn't just swapped it for a packet of noodles and a dodgy haircut. It's all blinkin' semantics! Listen, this is what it comes down to...just try living one whole day without me, not knowing where your mouth ends and the nipple begins, you'll be in the police cells by sunrise, a padded one by noon. It's like that Jesus bloke said ‘before Abraham was, I am'. Now, was he a freaking    ‘egotist'?!   I ask you.