A fearful mind will leap into a lover's arms and take the innocent figure of the child that lurks inside. It will put off thinking, feeling, living, for the evasion it finds in play.

When fearing people love fearing people, it is the fear that acts between them, the fear that does the loving. And the fear that does the fighting, the questioning, the hiding and the lying. Until love becomes malevolent game - a war you can't retreat from.

We have nothing to fear but fear itself. For fear is enough to be afraid of.