[ Featuring Alan Watts ]
All these vibrations, you know
Are like the strings on a harp
And the harps that the angels are
Supposed to play in
Heaven are really this huge - possibility
(Possibility) see, when you play the
Harp you select strings
You don't play all the strings it's stupid
To just run your finger along
The whole edge of the harp back
And forth, back and forth
And go "blrrbllrrblllbrrbllrrblllbrr"
What you do is, you pick
Out with your fingers select, just like
On the piano you don't go "brrrrrrmmmp"
You pick out certain notes
And these make the patterns
But at the same time as you pick out
You reject what you don't pick out
But it's all there
Constituting a fundamental continuity
The kind of continuity of the
Thread as they go
Up to the back of the woven material
And make up the obverse of the
Pattern that's on the front
Now, the question that is absolutely basic
For all human beings is
"What have you left out?"
What have you left out?
(Who are you really?, Who are you?)
(Who are you really?)
What have you left out?
(Who are you really?) really?
You are focused on certain things that
Constitute what you call 'everyday reality'
Look: you single out people, and you
See them sitting, sitting, sitting
All around
(sitting, sitting, sitting, all around)
And you know they are things
That are really there
And then, behind the people, are the houses
Or whatever we
Live in, the Earth, and behind
All that the sky, and so on
But we see the world as a collection
Of rather disjointed events and things
And I might say to you, as
You came in here today, "Now
My goodness! You all forgot something
What did you forget?"
And you think, "My goodness
Did I put my pants on? Did I wear a
Sweater? Did I got my glasses, and
My hair on, or my wig, or whatever?"
No, no, it's none of that
But there's something you've forgotten
You see? Everybody has forgotten something
You left it out just missed it see, see?
And so I can bring this out, what
You've forgotten, if I ask you
"Who are you?"
Well, you say, "I'm Paul Jones
" or whatever your name happens to be
I say, "Oh, no, no, no, no
Don't give me that stuff who are you really?"
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you REALLY? (Who are you really?)
And you think, "Well
Of course I'm just I'm just me"
"No! Don't give me that! I don't
Want to hear all that
Nonsense you're playing a trick on
Me really, deep down, who are you?"
"I don't know!"
Well, that's the thing to find out
That's the thing that's been forgotten, see?
That's the underside of the tapestry
The thing that's been left out
Because what we are carefully
Taught to ignore is that every one of us
Fundamentally
Deep, deep inside is an act of
A function of, a performance of
A manifestation of - the works
The whole blinkin' cosmos with
All it's galaxies
And forever, and ever, and ever
Whatever it is beyond that
What you might call God in the Western
Tradition, or Brahman in Hindu philosophy
Or Tao in Chinese
Every one of us is really that
But we are - pretending we aren't
And we're pretending with tremendous
Skill and deception
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you? (Who are you really?)
Who are you REALLY? (Who are you really?)
