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As I traveled deeper within my fears they had become a forest. I was lost and I didn't remember what I was searching for. What was it? I means to defend myself against my fears. To overcome them. There upon a rock he sat. Guarding his blue, tiny bonfire. I stared into the bonfire and the ideas started coming. One idea became ten more ideas, became ten more questions, became ten answers to those questions. Ever expanding. I had become a calculator. A pleasure machine of the mind. Forever bound in constantly realizing something. I then understood that I hadn't overcome my fears. I had given in to them. The rot of constantly challenging myself throughout my life was healing. I looked into Lucifer's eyes and I fell into his fear. Fell deeper until I could see my own fear reflecting in those soulless wells. The pain of having the best idea but not being able to share it. To be incapable of putting it to work. To see the forest darken as the sun sets over it. To see my past life of stars getting snuffed, one by one, until only the morning star remains. To be unable to fear anything but pretending to fear my fears and not even approach them. To respect them no matter how much my mind tells me that no harm will come of it.
