Chris Ryan on Sex at Dawn and how civilisation is the heart of what's wrong with everything
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Christopher Ryan is an American author best known for co-authoring the book Sex at Dawn. He received a B.A. in English and American literature in 1984, and an M.A. and Ph.D. in psychology from Saybrook University, an accredited hybrid low-residency/online learning program based in San Francisco, twenty years later. His master's thesis examined differences in specific personality measures between working fashion models and the general public. His doctoral dissertation analyzed the prehistoric roots of human sexuality, and was guided by the psychologist Stanley Krippner, a humanistic psychologist, with additional committee members Sabrina Zirkel and J\\xfcrgen W. Kremer.
\\nLYRICS TO THE SONG:
\\nYou've got emergency surgery and antibiotics
\\nHalf your work done by a team of robotics
\\nStill you've confessed
\\nYou're depressed
\\nAnd distressed
\\nand oppressed
\\nWhat's the matter with you?
\\n
\\nYou can travel through the sky sitting down in a chair
\\nGet a drink, eat a meal and there's wifi up there
\\nBut at the slightest delay
\\nYou complain
\\nLike it's the end of the world
\\n
\\nSo why aren't you happy now?
\\nWhy aren't you in awe
\\nYou've been civilised to death
\\n
\\nYou've got your mother in a home, kids at childcare
\\nYou're working 7 days a week just to keep them there
\\nYou've been promised all your free time
\\nWhen you're retired
\\n
\\nYou're the pyre for the fire of incessant growth
\\nWhere any movement's advancement or progress or both
\\nYoue\\u2019re like a falling man
\\nWho insists he\\u2019s flying
\\n
\\nSo why aren't you happy now?
\\nWhy aren't you in awe
\\nYou've been civilised to death
\\n
\\nHow much time still to put in?
\\nCan't be long 'til you're retiring
\\nScratching on the walls until your time is up
\\nOne last sup at the poisoned cup
\\n
\\nTake me back
\\nTo the simple life
\\nWhen we surrendered
\\nTo being alive
\\n
\\nWe lived by the ocean
\\nAnd drank from the stream
\\nIn a world of abundance
\\nOur lives were a dream
\\n
\\nWe had all we needed
\\nHappy in our tribe
\\nSurrounded by beauty
\\nThat you can't describe
\\n
\\nThe trees gave us everything
\\nWe worshipped the sun
\\nNature was all
\\nAnd we were as one