We live in a time of the Americanization of fear. “There are barbarians at the gates,” run the headlines. But the problem is not the rude and hirsute. It’s the fearful man—cornered.
“When you realize yourself as less than a point in space and time, something too small to be cut and too short-lived to be killed, then, and then only, all fear goes.”
If I don’t know how to use the mind, I’ll surely be used by it. It’ll be mostly gross. I’ll desire and fear, fear and desire, throughout the day and into my dreams.
Some people think that they are taking responsibility for their problems by worrying about them. That’s actually the opposite of what they’re doing.
Without death, life would have no meaning, no sweetness. Death is life in its most sacred aspect. If I fear death, I fear change.