Fear is that subtle sensation of not knowing where you or your imagery fits in. It's like being one thousand persons and not having a smile. Imagine fear as the barrier that your hands build in front of your eyes. Fear of loosing, falling, suffering, loving, ourselves. Fear of the temptation that others catalogue us as X or Y.

Fear of not being without fear, comfortable with your mental maps, that you keep in your personal history.

Fear of not being without suffering, when all that is cherished is the misfortune and tragedy of personal dramas. The oblivion of hope.

Fear is that awkward thing that is felt as an invading force and as a cognitive artifact built by a troubled consciousness. I as mixed Me's without a face.
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