- Do, do, do, look out your back door.
After visiting Maude for the second time, and having her “not fucking listen” to a word he says and insist that he see her doctor, the Dude drives home in a good mood. He’s listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, smoking a joint, and drinking a beer. Though he’s breaking several laws simultaneously, we enjoy watching him enjoy himself—it comes so preternaturally to him, after all. Watching the Dude enjoy himself is like watching Superman shoot laser beams out of his eyes.
There is some debate over why the Dude is so happy at this point—after all, it’s likely that minutes earlier the doctor stuck his finger up the Dude’s anus to extract a sperm sample (we figure this out later). However, to conflate his good cheer with a clinical ejaculation delivered by a middle-aged male doctor surely strains at the limits of the Dude’s accommodating aspect.
Why is the Dude happy? A better question would be: Why are we surprised at unconditional cheer? And why don’t we experience it more often ourselves? There is so much even in the most miserable life to appreciate. After all, the song playing in his car is “Lookin’ Out My Back Door” and it concerns an imaginary parade of bizarre visions passing in front of songwriter John Fogerty as he lets his mind wander. It is one of the few classic rock songs that celebrate not just having sex and its variants, but the salutary effects that imagination and meditation can have on the harried soul. The “back door” in the song surely leads to the unconscious. Then again, who knows, it might just refer to his anus.
The truth of reality, is that you are a simple emanation of your core. Your core is the pure energy within. Within, your true self is a singularity of your own consciousness.
Shut The Fuck Up Donnie. Let us all kill the little man inside us questioning all of our great leaps towards happiness