It is impossible. We are in it. At least you will die on your feet, reaching for something and not be living like most men, on their knees, with their heads bowed. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it is gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.