Beautiful words seem hollow when the reality they describe rushes by in a thousand forms of twisting asymmetry and ugly imperfections.
If you know a better way of putting this, I’d like to hear it:
I’ll be all around in the dark. I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look, wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build, I’ll be there, too.
Do not fear laughter, from without or within.