"Under any civilized conditions it is, of course, impossible for anyone to act without laying plans, or to refuse absolutely to participate in an eco… - Alan Watts

Playing a violin is, after all, only scraping a cat's entrails with horsehair.

Lasting happiness — the underlying quest in almost all of Watts’s copious writing — can only be achieved by giving up the ego-self, which is a pure illusion anyway. The ego-self constantly pushes reality away. It constructs a future out of empty expectations and a past out of regretful memories.

Look at the stars. They are not arranged; instead they seem to be scattered through the heavens like sea spray. Yet you could never criticize stars for displaying poor taste, any more than you could criticize mountain ranges for having awkward proportions. These designs are spontaneous, and yet they demonstrate the wiggly patterns of nature that are quite different from anything you would call a mess. We can’t quite put our finger on what the difference is between the two, but we certainly can see the difference between a tide pool and an ashtray full of garbage. We may not be able to define the difference, but we know they are different.