What a beautiful morning.. The snow fell all at once over night. 15 inches (yes, I know!) of snow snow snow, covering everything, mixing with the daylight.. blinding the sh*t out of us poor sacks. I have no one to blame. I made my home in the ice, living in the gusty chill of it. The wind against my window almost speaks to me. I hear nothing. I am only able to see. I see my choices. I remind myself where I am; behind a  rising snowball keeping me indoors. Stuck behind my own frosted door, I do something that only you would do, this daily practice that is the opposite of productivity, what I can only explain as being sucked into an ego orgy of the so called, I pry open my door and join in a lovely game of snowball tag you're it! What the f**k? But the morning came over me. And unlike anything you've ever had the pleasure of feeling to date.. came over me. What words can shape this feeling that would help you understand and convey a pretty picture? Maybe a few words. "Good-day, Good-night, Good-bye." -I, ENDED

People rarely understand the difference between Superego, Ego, Id the structured trinity of personality.
I see you don't understand this.
You have to have a science-oriented clockwork mind to ascertain yourself of these differences.
The I of the I is not the eye of the Id as das ding an sich.

I have spaken.