An Instrument
Fear is misleading but after that what is left?
It's impossible to truly understand the scope of what our minds can do but fear is the tool we use to stop in our tracks, without time to consider the plane we are in, and drop us into a stasis or sprint.
This world is dangerous to us but life giving to all. Our demise is a dependency for the world to keep turning. Fear keeps us alive long enough to make a difference to the ecology but fails every time. The tool is a resistance but not an immunity. Where it leads us is still our choice.
How it leads us it based on previous uses.
We mold the tool to fit best the previous uses.
Its outcome is the result of previous uses.
The tool. An instrument.
A proficiency in fear allows the user to be more aware of its use but changes nothing in its conjuration.
Take care. Be fearful.
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