“I laid my heart open
to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like
myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy,
and that I was happy still.”
-
Albert Camus' Meursault
in The Stranger
You can look around the world and
see
nothing but trouble and woe.
You can curse everything that you
find
and never come to know
a life outside of your own mind,
which is nothing but a dream,
but if you take a closer look,
things aren't always what they
seem.
Capo IV
A G / F A / A G / F G A
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So
don't you worry, and don't you fret.
The
universe is benign and indifferent.
So
turn your face towards the sun,
feel
its touch so soft and warm,
relax
your weary mind,
and
open up your heart.
F G / A F - A - / G A /
/ / F G A -
I'm not claiming to have seen
the light,
maybe just slightest glimpse.
I try to take this insight to
heart,
but my mind still tends to slip
back into that self-absorbed mode
of I, me, and mine,
until these words resound clear
as a bell,
tolling through my mind. They
say...
And so it goes, on and on.
This answer is not an end.
It's a fit and start that comes
back to you
time and time again.
You're still bound to get caught
up in those whirlwinds,
those tangles of this and that,
but if you keep your ears open,
before too long
you'll hear these words echo
back. And they'll say...