For part of a day, fear hovered over my head like a black shroud of doom. I was immobilized. There was no explanation, I only have life to face. Nothing extraordinary. At some indiscernible point, I became weary of the shroud. What the fuck, I said. I cannot go on this way today. And then something changed and I was no longer afraid. I saw the future, it was obscure, and I let go of my need to try to control it.
Of this I must be certain: I may continue to feel this way if I choose, or I may revert to the shroud. God damn the fear, and those who cause it.
I am going to be all right. I am, going to be all right. World without end, amen, amen.