Why oh Why?

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ob·sess/əbˈsɛs/ Show Spelled[uhb-ses] Show IPA
–verb (used with object)
1. to dominate or preoccupy the thoughts, feelings, or desires of (a person); beset, trouble, or haunt persistently or abnormally: Suspicion obsessed him.


What is up with the ego?  What is so difficult about being in the present moment?  Commitment to separation. 

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