Albert Camus’s writing formed some of my outlook on life during my university years. I suppose his philosophical work, The Rebel, struck the chord of a generation. But it’s really his novels that evoke insights. He also worked in the French Resistance during the Nazi occupation and World War II. He left us with this thought:
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. And in the depths of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. This makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, there’s something stronger, better within me, pushing right back.
The apostle Paul observed in his letter to the Romans how some people (meaning non-Jewish people) had “the Law” on their hearts and instinctively knew right from wrong.
Stephen West in a recent podcast episode of Philosophize This, discussed philosopher Alasdair MacIntyre’s thoughts about why moral conversations seem so unsatisfying. He despairs of people knowing what’s right from wrong.
But our tradition observes a different psychology. Excepting the psychopaths, we know when we are about to do something whether it’s the right thing. It’s inside us. Like Camus’ love.
Read the thought again. Despite the chaos swirling around us, which is much less than Camus experienced, can we find that invincible love within us? Stop, search within, however briefly, find that love. It’s there.
