Every saint has a secret past;
every sinner, an awaited future.
The past creates, nurtures, and
sustains fear. There is no fear that
is not founded in the past. There
can be no fear without submission
to the past. There will be no fear
once free of the past. Between
recollection and reverie, there is
life unencumbered by fear. Fuck
fear. Forbid it. All fear is fallacy.
All fear is delusion. All fear is fatal.
Disembroil yourselves from the
ravelled, choking maze of caution.
Your fearless surrender to
whatever befalls you, to whatever
calls you, is your only guarantee
of the fullness of the present.