A shot of heroin does not address the fear
with a real, permanent successful resolution all that much better than a
shot from a gun. Not having the bravery or wisdom to master that which we
internally fear most, our own deaths, junkie, warrior, and all others in
between, we build the death place with the walls we construct to separate us
from awareness of our own mortality.
These walls only become the bridges to
the outside world that bring us closer to the realization of our deepest
fear, the end of what we mistakenly see as our whole
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and distinct identities, our egos.
Ironically the walls we build trap is in the place of
death. Through this overwhelmingly unsettling fear that renders us blind in
ignorance, we are for the most part deserters from the battle with the Great
Ego, but that does not keep us from fighting it or making compromises with
it, for it never deserts us.
By running from that battle within ourselves,
we wage war with the egos of others, all parties doing their utmost to
maintain as much distance as possible for as long as possible from the
actualization of his and her worst fear, his or her own death.
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