Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
In which I channel Lucretius and Carlos Santana. Short & sweet — just like a good Stoic likes ’em!
As always, I’m no singer, but the song has words so I sung ’em.
Never let ‘em tell you ’bout original sin,
That ain’t the condition your condition was in
When you came into the world and you opened up your eyes,
You were clean as an egg and as pure as the sky, all right.
Never let ‘em tell you that you gotta believe,
‘Cuz the ones who tell you that, they got some tricks up their sleeve.
They wanna keep you down, wanna keep you afraid,
Wanna make you fear your fate if you never bowed and prayed, all right.
The nature of things, it ain’t what they’re tellin’ you,
Wake up, look around, and reject what they’re sellin’ you.
The facts of this life, they are simple and real,
And you don’t need no religion to tell you how you feel, all right.
Nothin’ is nothin’ to be afraid of.
It is what it is, and this is all there is,
No heaven, no hell, and there’s no magic Wiz,
That means there’s no pain at the end of the game,
It’s the same when you’re gone as before you even came, all right.
Nothin’ is nothin’ to be afraid of…