People continue to fear dying, only because no one ever has.
Superstition would seem to be simply cowardice in regard to the unknown.
If we fear the unknown then surely we fear ourselves.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?
I had always been scared of the unknown, and I think it had a lot to do with a lack of self-confidence (and wearing thick, dark-rimmed glasses before they were considered cool).
You are only afriad if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves. A whole society composed of men afraid of the unknown within them!
