I love that song. I love the video. I love everything about it. The car. The spooky headlights. The words, the way Thom Yorke sings it, everything.
A few years ago I heard or read Bono talking about the Christian idea of grace, which he says is the opposite of karma. Karma is about the balance sheets and grace is supposed to be about ripping them up. If you’re like me and struggle with anxiety, even the freedom of grace can feel like karmic obligation. I know that’s strange. I don’t always feel that way. But managing and overcoming my obsessive compulsion means looking at my own feelings and actions more closely than is often comfortable. I believe in grace, but sometimes I let my brain chain me to things my heart knows are silly. I don’t believe in karma, but sometimes I let my brain say “well, just in case…”