Ego has many faces but none more visible than hatred. Ego has many voices but none sweeter than love. Ego has many burdens but none nobler than service. Ego has many victories but none even close to a victory over its ugly limbs. Ego has many joys but none more uplifting than a laughter at its own expense. Both love and hatred are the war cries of ego from the sides of the opposing armies. Hatred is the cry of desperate need to win, love is the cry of an equally desperate need to surrender.