Fear nothing! What is terror? Fears writ large,
To clamp a claw across our cringing neck
When battleships called Courage shrink to barge
And, turning turtle, drown us in the wreck.
To sail a Sea of Fear is no disgrace,
Though some might say it is; fools yet to learn
The fates have shipped no compass in this race:
The shipwreck of our hope lies just astern.
Fear nothing! Fear itself is fed by fear,
And all fears pass. Did no one tell you so?
Come take my hand, my friend, and we will peer
Into this fear’s abyss. To jump. To know.