It is happening all over again. That sickly helpless feeling that spread
with its icy fingers, slowly eating up all faith and hope.
We are frightened of everything. We call it caution. We call it common sense. We call it practicality. We call it playing the odds,
but that's only because we're afraid to call it by its real name,
and its real name is fear.

"Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain."

I'm so very tired of being afraid....

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Nadir
Nadir
A pregnant moment,
though every day must die
this day is bleeding,
a slow, relentless ending
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