They say that so often,
What we as people fear most of all, is the unknown, the limits,
Whether that snake will strike
Whether that one man can change the world
Whether when I wake up today
If it'll be my last
Whether that asteroid will come more than close
Whether the darkness hides something or absolutely nothing, nothing at all
Whether when you hold on, if you even can
Whether what is at the end, of infinity, is simply just more infinity
Stretching and going and moving and existing, or perhaps not.
Yet, fear is also formed, in knowing
Knowing that snake holds venom
Knowing that anyone can be important
Knowing that there is death, seeing others succumb to it's gentle, firm grasp
Knowing that millions upon millions of years ago, lives were flickered away, if not of our own
Knowing that you cannot see, and therefore there has to be something, staring back at you
Knowing fingers slip, hearts break
Knowing that you cannot know, infinity
Knowing to be afraid. Knowing, simply, what could.
Knowing of fear itself.