I know a man who went from fearing everything to fearing nothing. He tells me that his senses have sharpened, that he sees and hears with more acuity and that food tastes better.
We should be rewarded for making mistakes, not punished. Shamed boys grow into fugitive men—furtive and anxious, hidden and watchful, unable to trust themselves.
It’s like a fevered dream we live in, this oscillating fear-world of us and others. But look and see: there are no others.
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.”