Bob Schwartz

Passover and Freud

Moses and the Ten Commandments

What does Freud want? He might not want people attending a Passover seder, offering prayers to a God who isn’t there. But things are not that simple.

Sigmund Freud was a Jew by birth, an atheist by belief. He abstracted and analyzed religion as a powerful manifestation of powerful forces at work. But near the end of his career, he considered whether there was something in God that was more than a mere reflection of psychic need and dynamics.

In his final book, Moses and Monotheism, he suggests that while there is no God, the positing of one had forced the Jews—and all who followed on that spiritual path—to think and act differently. The gift of the idea of God was the imperative to transcend instinct and old ways, to make new and positive sense of the insensible, and to act accordingly.

Those in the Jewish communities will retell some version of the Moses story this Passover. But only some of those will have completely read the biblical account in the Book of Exodus. Even fewer will have looked beyond the popular stories to see what generations of historians and commentators have to offer.

One of those who does have something to offer is Freud. In Moses and Monotheism, he made a jump, if not a giant leap. Here is part of what Freud wrote (emphasis added):


How we who have little belief envy those who are convinced of the existence of a Supreme Power, for whom the world holds no problems because He Himself has created all its institutions!…We can only regret it if certain experiences of life and observations of nature have made it impossible to accept the hypothesis of such a Supreme Being. As if the world had not enough problems, we are confronted with the task of finding out how those who have faith in a Divine Being could have acquired it, and whence this belief derives the enormous power that enables it to overwhelm Reason and Science.

. . .

Let us return to the more modest problem that has occupied us so far. We set out to explain whence comes the peculiar character of the Jewish people which in all probability is what has enabled that people to survive until today. We found that the man Moses created their character by giving to them a religion which heightened their self-confidence to such a degree that they believed themselves to be superior to all other peoples. They survived by keeping aloof from the others. Admixture of blood made little difference, since what kept them together was something ideal the possession they had in common of certain intellectual and emotional values. The Mosaic religion had this effect because (1) it allowed the people to share in the grandeur of its new conception of God, (2) because it maintained that the people had been “chosen” by this great God and was destined to enjoy the proofs of his special favor, and (3) because it forced upon the people a progress in spirituality which, significant enough in itself, further opened the way to respect for intellectual work and to further instinctual renunciations.

. . .

In a new transport of moral asceticism the Jews imposed on themselves constantly increasing instinctual renunciation, and thereby reached at least in doctrine and precepts ethical heights that had remained inaccessible to the other peoples of antiquity. Many Jews regard these aspirations as the second main characteristic, and the second great achievement, of their religion….

Sigmund Freud, Moses and Monotheism


It was this “respect for intellectual work” that Freud so appreciated. Freud may have seen himself as a sort of Moses, leading civilization from benighted antiquity to a new light and new heights. Just as religious innovation led Jews from the old ways to a new land, so he and psychoanalysis would lead to even further self-awareness and progress—without God, of course.

Whether or not you believe in God, Moses, or Freud, whether or not you will be sitting at a seder table this Passover, it can be a good time to consider old ways in a new light. According to Freud, the gifts of Moses are the tools to renounce instincts and move beyond mere legacy. If we are trapped as man or mankind, psychoanalysis and, yes, even a certain religious perspective might be able to liberate us.

Of course there is. Any retelling of our received stories can be subversive, if we are willing to investigate and recreate. In the passage above, Freud could not be clearer that for him the conventional belief in God stands in the way of reason and science. But he then begrudgingly admits that in the right circumstances, some good may and has come from it.

© 2025 Bob Schwartz

Trump: Iranian negotiators are “very different and ‘strange’”

Different and strange Iranian negotiator

In an attempt to explain why nothing is going well and everything is going wrong with his Iran War, including negotiations with Iran that aren’t actually happening, Trump wrote on Truth Social that the Iranian negotiators are “very different and ‘strange’”.

Even for an absurdist yet deadly powerful comic like Trump, this is a statement worth analyzing.

“Different” than whom?

“Strange” in what way?

Different than other Iranians he knows? Different than other negotiators, real or pretend, he has dealt with?

Stranger than what or whom? It is safe to say that nothing and no one around Trump is anything but strange.

Of course, it is possible that in Trump’s mind, which is already challenged and now more challenged by a war he started but can’t control, everything is different and strange. Which might be acceptable and survivable, except if it is the mind of someone capable of setting the world on fire. That would be different and strange.

Melania

Juan Peron became the strongman dictator of Argentina. The driving force that got him there was Eva Peron, a political and cultural figure unlike any in modern history. This inspired one of the great contemporary musicals.

Melania seems to lack many of the characteristics that made Evita so compelling and successful. But what if we have gotten this all wrong? What if Melania is the power behind the throne?

Something to think about as we await the next Melania movie. A New America? Maybe a musical?

Here is a sample of lyrics from A New Argentina, the showstopping number from Evita:


PERÓN
It’s annoying that we have to fight elections for our cause
The inconvenience, having to get a majority
If normal methods of persuasion fail to win us applause
There are other ways of establishing authority…

Then again, I could be foolish not to quit while I’m ahead
I can see me many miles away, inactive
Sipping cocktails on a terrace
Taking breakfast in bed
Sleeping easy
Doing crosswords
It’s attractive

EVA
Don’t think I don’t think like you
I often get those nightmares too
They always take some swallowing
Sometimes it’s very difficult to keep momentum
If it’s you that you are following
Don’t close doors
Keep an escape clause
Because we might lose the Big Apple
But would I have done what I did
If I hadn’t thought
If I hadn’t known, we would take the country


The Mad Dancers

The Mad Dancers


The Baal Shem Tov is the eighteenth-century founder of the Hasidic movement in Judaism. Jews and non-Jews who know the modern versions of the movement often don’t know much about its beginnings. Some of those contemporary manifestations may seem distant from the original spirit.

We have no writings by the Baal Shem Tov, so we rely on the records of his disciples, and on legends and stories that have come down the years—and that still have a remarkable power to inspire. Their authenticity is not in their being a verbatim record of what was said and what happened. Instead, they are an unmistakable reflection of a unique spiritual figure from any age or faith.

The Baal Shem Tov believed in and lived the direct experience of God everywhere in everything. Study and conventional piety took second place, which made him unpopular with the establishment, and would still today. He thought we should be outdoors in the trees, not indoors at the desks. Living in a divine state of optimism, joy and wonder was the ideal. People who live that way, of course, are remarkably hard to control.


The Mad Dancers

Already the voices of opponents were raised against the Baal Shem’s teaching, for many
rabbis could not understand his ways. Some said of him that he dishonored the Sabbath with singing and freedom, some said that his ways and the ways of those who followed him and called themselves Chassidim were truly the ways of madmen.

One of the scholars asked of the Baal Shem, “What of the learned rabbis who call this teaching false?”

The Baal Shem Tov replied, “Once, in a house, there was a wedding festival. The musicians sat in a corner and played upon their instruments, the guests danced to the music, and were merry, and the house was filled with joy. But a deaf man passed outside the house; he looked in through the window and saw the people whirling about the room, leaping, and throwing about their arms. ‘See how they fling themselves about! ‘ he cried, ‘it is a house filled with madmen! ‘ For he could not hear the music to which they danced.”

Meyer Levin, The Golden Mountain (1932)


No yesterday no tomorrow no today

I’ve been looking through boxes of old photos. Not just from our lifetime, but back to the days when our grandparents were younger, and their parents and families too.

I shared a photo with a friend I’ve known a long time. He appreciated it and wished me luck with the photo “rabbit hole”.

He’s right. It is easy to get lost in these images from the past.

One view of the philosophy of time comes from various Buddhist perspectives. From the eighth century Zen text, Xin Xin Ming/Trust in Mind:


Words!
The Way is beyond language
for in it there is
no yesterday
no tomorrow
no today


There is no yesterday, tomorrow, today. There is apparently yesterday, tomorrow, today. Are we attached to any of them? Are we liberated from any of them?

The TV series Mad Men is about a charming and successful man, advertising executive Don Draper, who is lost in time. He has adopted the identity of a dead man, buries his true past, is in the business of fooling people, including himself.

The final episode of the first season is called “The Wheel”. The client is Kodak, who has asked the firm to advertise their new slide projector, then called the Wheel, but ultimately becomes known, in the story and in the real world, as the Carousel.

The episode is considered one the greatest in TV history. The following scene is the penultimate moment.

Don comes up with a client pitch that involves slides from his own early family life, and a story that is clearly made up about his first boss in advertising. Do the photos represent the actual past, or just some elements of a more whole and complex past? Which is an illusion? Is there yesterday? Is there tomorrow?

Birds remind us when we upset the grace of living

This morning, like some other mornings, the bird songs are so plentiful and overwhelming that I try to identify the birds singing. Above is this morning’s roster.

What I learned was this: The birds remind us when we upset the grace of living. They do this by being in their own ways with their own songs the grace of living. As we are and can be.

Masters of War

Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
–Bob Dylan, Masters of War

Masters of War is a track from The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (1963). As a recording, it couldn’t be farther from current slick production values. It is a young brilliant artist strumming a guitar, singing in a pretty idiosyncratic way.

It is a song about war, but it isn’t an anti-war song; listening to it reveals that, and Dylan later confirmed it. It is about the people behind the curtain, the people on the battlefield, the people caught in the crossfire. War is a serious business that we don’t take seriously enough. Let all us put our motives, prejudices and and agendas brutally on the table, setting aside high-minded and sometimes dishonest pretexts, explanations and excuses.

All the verses are critical, but the last verse is bitter, angry and vindictive. Is that justice? What should we do with the masters of war? We have tried in modern times to build reasoned ethical oversight and standards of justice. After World War I, the war to end war, the Geneva Conventions. After World War II, trials –and executions–of perpetrators and international courts of justice. But what happens when the oversight and standards are breached and belittled? Would Jesus forgive? Should we?


Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
’Til I’m sure that you’re dead


Grandpa Harry: Sharp dressed man

I was very close to my grandparents. Literally, since we lived all together until I was eight. The three-generation living situation is still common in lots of places and circumstances, though not for many the ideal. For me it was so positively formative that I can’t imagine missing it. But that’s just me.

When I knew my Grandpa Harry, it was decades later than this photo, which I guess was taken in the 1930s when he was in his thirties. By that time he was older and a little grizzled, though as loving and lovable as a bear. But this Harry was someone else. Sharp dressed man doesn’t begin to cover it.

Love you grandpa.

Meditation and illusion

I’ve previously posted this illustration about meditation drawn by Zen master Kōshō Uchiyama. Whatever type of meditation you practice or are thinking about practicing, Zen or otherwise, this says it all.


Actually, zazen is not just being somehow glued to line ZZ’. Doing zazen is a continuation of this kind of returning up from sleepiness and down from chasing after thoughts. That is, the posture of waking up and returning to ZZ’ at any time is itself zazen. This is one of the most vital points regarding zazen. When we are doing zazen line ZZ‘, or just doing zazen, represents our reality, so it is essential to maintain that line. Actually, ZZ’ represents the reality of the posture of zazen, but the reality of our life is not just ZZ’. If it were only ZZ’, we would be as unchanging and lifeless as a rock! Although we aim at the line ZZ’, we can never actually adhere to it, because it (ZZ’) does not exist by itself. Nevertheless, we keep aiming at ZZ‘, because it is through clinging to thoughts that we keep veering away from it. The very power to wake up to ZZ’ and return to it is the reality of the life of zazen.

Kōshō Uchiyama, Opening the Hand of Thought


Meditation looks like this sometimes, and that’s fine. My humble annotation to Kōshō Uchiyama is that when you return from a or b or c, like thinking about some person or breakfast or “I’ve got to write this down now!”, you may realize that what you are thinking about is an illusion. Not that the floor and the cushion and all the situations that await you after meditation are illusions, but if they are illusions, maybe you can return from them just as you returned from a or b or c.

“Calling actions WAR CRIMES is WOKE!”

Nobody said or wrote that. At least it hasn’t been reported. But it would not be surprising if that was thought or said by some U.S. leaders. Two of the closest American allies, Russia and Israel, have regularly committed war crimes in recent years, yet the U.S. has stood by silent or supportive.

The U.S. has made clear that it doesn’t support the concept or fact of international law. Just as it doesn’t support the concept or fact of American law when it comes to judges who try to stop its illegal or unconstitutional actions.

“Woke” is the overall characterization of anything that seems too tolerant, sensitive or soft, weak initiatives that get in the way of exercising real muscular strength and power. So just because something like international law says that destroying civilian power plants—Trump’s latest in an incoherent series of threats to Iran—is a war crime, that is no reason not to do it. Because those so-called international laws are just too WOKE.

Next up: More pardons for war criminals and genocidal leaders, contemporary and historic. He can do that, he thinks.