Merry X-Mas, Mr. Watts


Science and psychotherapy have…done much already to liberate us from the prison of isolation from nature in which we were supposed to renounce Eros, despise the physical organism, and rest all our hopes in a supernatural world – to come later.  But that this liberation is by no means complete is clear from the fact that nineteenth-century naturalism was the basis for a technological assault on nature without precedent in history.  This liberation is, in other words, a very partial affair even for the small minority which has fully understood and accepted it.  It leaves us still as strangers in the cosmos – without the judgment of God but without his love, without the terrors of Hell but without the hope of Heaven, without many of the physical agonies of pre-scientific times but without the sense that human life has any meaning.  The Christian cosmos has vanished, but the Christian ego remains – with no resort but to try to forget its loneliness in some sort of collectivism, of huddling together in the dark.Alan Watts, from “Psychotherapy East and West”


10 thoughts on “Merry X-Mas, Mr. Watts

  1. I once told a good friend, who was and still is devout, that I don’t believe there is a God, I only wish there was one. She took that, for a long time, to mean that I actually believed but was in some sort of denial. Not true. What it means is exactly what was said, and more or less what Mr Watts is saying: without God the universe has a chance to be better, but is probably just worse. Desire does nothing, however, to change reality.

    Great quote.

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  2. The Big Lebowski

    Jesus Quintana: You ready to be fucked, man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we’re gonna fuck you up.
    The Dude: Yeah, well, you know, that’s just, like, your opinion, man.
    Jesus Quintana: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I’ll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger ’til it goes “click.”
    The Dude: Jesus.
    Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

    But there isn’t any God and when you die, you’re just dead
    And heaven’s just a fairy tale to put you to bed
    Sometimes I think about the chance that I’m wrong
    And then I close my eyes and just remember this song
    I said, there isn’t any God and when you die, you’re just dead
    And heaven’s just a fairy tale to put you to bed
    There ain’t nobody watching us, ’cause nobody cares
    And in the end we’re living all alone

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