A Quick Look at the Dark

What do you fear? The endless dark, the cold so deep in everlasting death? Heights so great they scream to you until your faltering balance pulls you crashing down? An eight-legged beastie hanging from a thread just above you, perhaps? Look up. She's right there overhead. Perhaps your greatest fear is failure, a life unfulfilled, unloved, loneliness, childless, forgotten. Why? Why do we fear such things? Certainly death would be a release from tedium, a realm where we would have naught to fear. Nothing in the dark can hurt you any less by dawn's daybreak. What harm could a simple spider cause? It's still hanging above you, by the way. No, not the arachnid. The phobia, the mind-numbing, hair-prickling fear. It controls you. It controls us all. "Fear is the mind killer." Control the fear. Let it in, just a little, and you will be master over your destiny.