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shut me out of providing guidance. It’s going to get us all in a lot
        trouble. Oh, all right, conceded Id, finally stirred from its stupor. I
        still  run  most  of  the  brain,  including  the  entire  unconscious.  Ego
        must be compensating for some repressed trauma or other. I’ll dig it
        out and let you use it as a conditioning tool. You will know when
        Ego is out of line, and give it jolt of those memories. I don’t know
        how much of what it thinks is nonsense. Well, rejoined Superego, I
        certainly do. And I will be glad to take Ego down a peg or two.
        Moral: Knowing oneself cannot be complete, but it should not be totally lacking.

        Parafable of the Bottle

        A  boy  found  a  dirty  old  bottle  in  an  alley  and  rubbed  at  its  label.
        Poof!  A  genie  came  out  and  said,  “You  have  three  wishes—but  I
        have  one,  and  I’m  going  first.  I  wish  this  empty  bottle  were  filled
        with joy juice!” And, lo and behold! It instantly filled to the neck with
        a sparkling fluid, scintillating with pink and orange and purple and
        green swirling things. “Ah!” said the genie. “Have I got a thirst! 73
        years  between  drinks!”  And  he  picked  up  the  bottle  and  drank  it
        down to the last drop. Then he belched, stretched and lay down on a
        pile of rags. “Genie?” said the boy. But the genie had fallen asleep
        and was snoring loudly.
        Moral: One does not easily escape one’s origins.

        Parafable of the Homecoming

        Chickens  return  to  the  roost  for  the  annual  contest  between  the
        Rhode Island Reds and the Plymouth Rocks. In the midst of all the
        intoxicating refreshments, team-cheer squawking and feverish betting
        on  the  cockfights,  none  of  the  rooters  would  wonder  that  the
        sponsors and promoters of the event had suspiciously pointed ears
        and bushy tails, or that their flocks would diminish in size by the time
        a lone rooster stood unchallenged in the center of the ring, crowing
        victory..
        Moral: The big game isn’t always who or what it appears to be.

        Parafable of the Rats

        When  a  cruise  ship  first  leaves  port,  its  passengers  are  called  to
        assemble  at  designated  lifeboat  stations  to  learn  their  means  of
        leaving the ship in the event of disaster at sea. They are addressed by
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