It was Christopher Robin sitting in his big Oak tree. As he came down the tree he asked Pooh and Piglet what they were doing going round and round the spinney. He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. I don't remember the first time I felt like Pooh, foolish and deluded lamenting my lack of brain, but I don't imagine it took very much living. In fact, it seems to me that there is much in life that would lead one to Pooh's sorry conclusion.
Self doubt is very frightening, kind of like tracking tracks that keep multiplying.
So some hide their fear by pretending not to care until they pretend so well that they really don't. Others hide in make believe worlds where pain and fear is deadened by intoxication until they really do die. Still others try to control their fear by attacking with fists or words or silence until there is no one left to attack except themselves. And that is why this beginning that never ends is so important. When everything and everyone, including yourself, has convinced you that you are foolish and deluded and are a Bear of No Brain at All, God tells us differently.