"Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command"
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A gentler sentence hides a hard correction: stop auditioning for virtue. Watts isn’t merely warning against lying to someone else; he’s taking aim at the Western habit of treating the inner life like a controllable project. “Never pretend” lands like an ethical minimum, but the real provocation is the second clause: “love is not ours to command.” That’s a metaphysical demotion. The ego, so confident it can will itself into the right emotion on schedule, gets told it doesn’t hold the lever.
The intent is double-edged. On one side it’s compassion: pretending love is cruel because it turns another person into the audience for your performance. On the other it’s liberation: if love can’t be forced, you can stop punishing yourself for not feeling what you think you’re supposed to feel. Watts slips a Zen-inflected view of mind into plain English: feelings arise, ripen, fade. The self that claims authorship over them is more narrator than engineer.
Subtextually, it also critiques moral theater. In social life, “love” often means a bundle of approved gestures: reassurance texts, dutiful anniversaries, the right tone at the right time. Watts calls that bluff. Perform the motions without the feeling and you don’t create love; you create a contract, a mask, a quiet resentment.
Context matters: mid-century Watts was translating Buddhist and Taoist ideas for audiences steeped in Protestant willpower and postwar domestic scripts. His line reads like an antidote to compulsory sincerity: a reminder that authenticity isn’t a lifestyle choice, it’s an encounter with what’s actually there.
The intent is double-edged. On one side it’s compassion: pretending love is cruel because it turns another person into the audience for your performance. On the other it’s liberation: if love can’t be forced, you can stop punishing yourself for not feeling what you think you’re supposed to feel. Watts slips a Zen-inflected view of mind into plain English: feelings arise, ripen, fade. The self that claims authorship over them is more narrator than engineer.
Subtextually, it also critiques moral theater. In social life, “love” often means a bundle of approved gestures: reassurance texts, dutiful anniversaries, the right tone at the right time. Watts calls that bluff. Perform the motions without the feeling and you don’t create love; you create a contract, a mask, a quiet resentment.
Context matters: mid-century Watts was translating Buddhist and Taoist ideas for audiences steeped in Protestant willpower and postwar domestic scripts. His line reads like an antidote to compulsory sincerity: a reminder that authenticity isn’t a lifestyle choice, it’s an encounter with what’s actually there.
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