An esssay is a coherent expression of thought on a particular subject. It's been a long time since I knew fear on an intimate basis. But tonight it came, a wondering what was walking in the shadows as I stumbled down the forest trail in the dark, if that was wolves howling on the hill behind me. When I went walking this afternoon I wanted to walk in the woods too, but did not for there were people in there. I realized I no longer trusted people to be human, and I had no one with me.
Fear is an awful thing.
Fear locks us in a prison we call safety, behind doors we lock ourselves and worry they are not sturdy enough. It makes me appreciate the lone homesteader whose door was barred ere the evening shadows fell. Fear must spring from the very bowels of loneliness. Fear strikes hardest when there is no one but ourselves to rely on for succor, and no one to protect. You will note at the bottom of many of our pages for authors, and sometimes at the top, I have laid out a passage for copyright observance.