The real reason why human life can be so utterly exasperating and frustrating is not because there are facts called death, pain, fair or hunger. The madness of the things is that when such facts are present, we circle, buzz, writhe, and whril trying to get “I” out of the experience. We pretend that we are amoebas, and try to protect ourselves from life by splitting in two. Sanity, wholeness, and integration lie in the realization that we are not divided, that man and his present experience are one, and that no separate “I” or mind can be found.
To understand music, you must listen to it. But so long as you are thinking, “I am listening to this music, “you are not listening.”
– Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity