I recently rediscovered an album (Woods 5 - by Woods of Ypres) that I had listened to quite a bit after I was attacked in a motel in the middle of the night away on a work trip (motel room door pictured). At the time it simply calmed my understandably shaken nerves. However, recently I started paying closer attention to the lyrics. Many of the tracks on the album touch on existentialist themes.
The chorus lines of the song 'Keeper of the Ledger' read as follows:
Return to the earth, pay the price for your existenceCombined with lines like this from the same song:
Into the hand of earth's domain
For there is balance to be maintained
We create our myths of purpose,To me, these lyrics lay out the existentialist (or nihilistic, if you wish) framework for understanding another song 'Travelling Alone' on the album that is about travelling to another country where the local people believe in a God. David Gold wrote:
To fill our lives with hope and wonder
But to the keeper of the ledger for the cult of nature
Your body is just... a number
Would I try to take away their hope?This cuts right to the core of what has driven me to crisis this year. In some sense I yearn for purpose, or even a hope for the future that I could realistically put my faith in, but there is nothing there. As I wrote about earlier this year about how 'God is Simply Incomprehensible to Me', I also cannot trick myself into believing in any kind of purpose or ultimate hope for the future. I'd like to think that could be changed by evidence or argument, but until then, pessimism prevails. I wouldn't consider myself miserable like the lyric says, but I realise that my outlook is very bleak.
Replace it with reality
Exchange their joy with my bleak view
And leave them miserable like me?