More and more, I’m convinced that love of self and neighbour/others are meant to go together. Â Love of self without love of others is – literally – selfish, and love of others without love of self is not only unsustainable but false. Â Leaving aside the question of justification for love of self (when we all know too well of the things we do which we don’t love – or do we grow too skilled at dismissing these things from our minds?), I found a relevant statement yesterday in Dallas Willard’sÂ Divine Conspiracy. Â As a part his argument that ‘hunger for significance’ is not egotistical, he defines egotism in a helpful way:
Egotism is pathological self-obsession, a reaction to anxiety about whether one really does count. Â It is a form of acute self-consciousness and can be prevented and healed only by the experience of being adequately loved. Â It is, indeed, a desperate response to frustration of the need we all have to count for something and be held to be irreplaceable, without price.