Food Sex Power

So in the same way, we find that the watching self, or the observing self,
behind all our thoughts and feelings, is itself a thought
That is to say, when the police enter a house in which there are thieves
The thieves go up from the ground floor, the first floor
When the police arrive on the first floor, the thieves have gone up to the
second
And so to the third, and finally, out to the roof
And so when the go is about to be unmasked, it immediatly identifies with the
higher self
It goes up a level
Because the religious game is simply a refined and highbrow version of the
ordinary game
How can I outwit me? How can I one-up me?
So, if I find, for example, that in the quest for pleasure
The ordinary pleasures of the world, food, sex, power, food, sex, power
All this becomes a drag, and I think, «No, it isn’t there.»
So I go in for the arts, and literature, poetry, music, and I absorb myself in
those pleasures
Food, sex, power
I absorb myself in literature, poetry, music
Those pleasures
Food, sex, power
I absorb myself in literature, poetry, music
Food, sex, power
Literature, poetry, music
Food, sex, power
And after a while
They aren’t the answer
So I go to psychoanalysis
And then I found out that’s not the answer
I go to religion
I’m still seeking what I was seeking when I wanted candy bars
I wanna get that goody
Only, I see now that, of course, not gonna be a material goody
All material goodies fall apart, but maybe there’s a spiritual goody that’s not
gonna fall apart
But in that quest
The quest is not different from the quest for the candy bar
Same old story, only you’ve refined the candy bar, made it abstract and holy
and blessed, and so on
So it is with the higher self, the higher self’s your old ego
And you sure hope it is eternal
Food, sex, power
I absorb myself in literature, poetry, music
Those pleasures
Food, sex, power
I absorb myself in literature, poetry, music
Those pleasures
Food, sex power
I absorb myself in literature, poetry, music
Those pleasures
Food, sex, power