But that's not my experience. As I survey the blighted landscape of my past it was fear of man at every step of the way, directing what I said, what I did, what I joined, what I didn't. That's a good description of a person in bondage to the fear of man. The trouble with fear of man, of course, is that you have a thousand masters instead of one to please. It's nothing compared to the alternative.
Fear of man is a cruel tyranny.
It's exhausting, it's complicated, and you're not nimble enough to pull it off. Nice work if you can get it. But not all of you can afford a personal Dick Morris. I'll bet at least half the '60s phenomenon can be explained by the fear of man. Was told by three people at church that I did a good job in something.