The First World’s darkest fantasy: A return to normal.
Fear. False Evidence Appearing Real. The runaway mind is both tremendously insecure and wildly inventive. It’s like the man who enters a dark room, steps on a coil of rope and immediately assumes he’s standing on a snake. The home of fear is the head. Fear seeks to legitimize itself in partialized truth, in truthiness, in something that could be true, might be true. But the truth is never partial. And fear is always a lie.
There is an obsession among men so common that it’s mostly unrecognized. It’s called ‘What’s next?’ and produces a near-total alienation from ‘What’s now?’ In this state, the sufferer’s imagination overheats. He might as well be blind.