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.