The, the three transformations of the spirit
That's Nietzsche
That's the, uh, prologue to
"Thus Spake Zarathustra"
When you are a child, when you are young
You are a camel
The camel gets down on its knees and says
"Put a load on me"
This is obedience
This is receiving the instruction
And information
That your society knows you must have
In order to live a competent life
When the camel is well-loaded
He gets up on his feet
And runs out into the desert, right?
He becomes transformed into a lion
That's Nietzsche
That's the, uh, prologue to
"Thus Spake Zarathustra"
When you are a child, when you are young
You are a camel
The camel gets down on its knees and says
"Put a load on me"
This is obedience
This is receiving the instruction
And information
That your society knows you must have
In order to live a competent life
When the camel is well-loaded
He gets up on his feet
And runs out into the desert, right?
He becomes transformed into a lion
And the moral is that the realization
Of your bliss, your true being
Comes when you have put aside passing moment
With its terror
And with its temptation
And its statement of requirements of life
That you should live this way
Why, I always tell my students
[Chorus]
Follow your bliss
Follow your
Follow your bliss I say
Follow your bliss and don't be afraid
Follow your bliss and don't be afraid
And doors will open
Of your bliss, your true being
Comes when you have put aside passing moment
With its terror
And with its temptation
And its statement of requirements of life
That you should live this way
Why, I always tell my students
[Chorus]
Follow your bliss
Follow your
Follow your bliss I say
Follow your bliss and don't be afraid
Follow your bliss and don't be afraid
And doors will open
'll tell you, uh
Mythology I think of
As the, uh, homeland of the muses
The inspirers of art
The inspirers of poetry
And to see life as a poem
And yourself participating in a poem
Is what the myth does for you
I mean a, a vocabulary
In the form not of words
But of acts and adventures
Which connote something transcendent
Of the action here
And which yet informs the whole thing
So that you always feel in accord
With the universal being
Mythology I think of
As the, uh, homeland of the muses
The inspirers of art
The inspirers of poetry
And to see life as a poem
And yourself participating in a poem
Is what the myth does for you
I mean a, a vocabulary
In the form not of words
But of acts and adventures
Which connote something transcendent
Of the action here
And which yet informs the whole thing
So that you always feel in accord
With the universal being
Well, the ego can't reflect upon itself
Unless it has a mirror against which to read itself
And that mirror would be the mythological schedule
That lets it know, where it is
It's a mirror with a schedule on
Patterned mirror
And the ego sees itself in that reflex
And knows where it is
On the scoreboard
Just, for example
A person who, at the age of 40, is wondering
Whether he's gonna be punished by mother
Hasn't moved on
And the person at the age of 80
Who's wondering, "How's my golf score”
He hasn't moved on either
Myth lets ya know where ya are
Unless it has a mirror against which to read itself
And that mirror would be the mythological schedule
That lets it know, where it is
It's a mirror with a schedule on
Patterned mirror
And the ego sees itself in that reflex
And knows where it is
On the scoreboard
Just, for example
A person who, at the age of 40, is wondering
Whether he's gonna be punished by mother
Hasn't moved on
And the person at the age of 80
Who's wondering, "How's my golf score”
He hasn't moved on either
Myth lets ya know where ya are
(Yeah and now for my next number)
(I’d like to return to the classics)
Jung had a patient come to him
Who felt alone
And she drew a picture of herself
As, uh, caught in the rocks
Well, I'll be damned
From the waist down, she was bound in rocks
And this was on a windy shore
The wind blowing and her hair blowing
And all the gold
Which is the sign of the vitality of life
Was locked in the rocks
The next picture that he had her draw
Had followed something he had said to her
Suddenly, a lightning flash hit the rocks
(I’d like to return to the classics)
Jung had a patient come to him
Who felt alone
And she drew a picture of herself
As, uh, caught in the rocks
Well, I'll be damned
From the waist down, she was bound in rocks
And this was on a windy shore
The wind blowing and her hair blowing
And all the gold
Which is the sign of the vitality of life
Was locked in the rocks
The next picture that he had her draw
Had followed something he had said to her
Suddenly, a lightning flash hit the rocks