Rambling thoughts, solo spinout

in the night he casts a line, for a fisherman not out for fish, more for the peace and tranquility given. On the bank, in the sun with insects buzzing, birds calling and the omnipresent sound of water. "Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it is gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." Herbert. Fear follows function, so to master my fear I face it. Everyone dies alone; and no one wants to. We connect so that we are not alone, and connecting we share the strength that we each have. For to have and have not, that really is the question. I am I shout. No one hears. I exist, I whisper. only silence responds.