Fear punches right through time; it is an emotion to turn towards, going against the current instead of with it, instead of turning away and searching out the most immediate distraction. How much more yourself you feel when fear is pressing into you, and you go back, back in the immediate abolition of the intervening durations to infancy to that mother from whom you are not yet separate and whose emotions you share; and what if you find that she is filled with fear as well, and you see it in her extending back even further, to ancestral memories, and yet further still to the race, the species, the phylum, to to the very origins of life. Fear is like a taproot extending into the pith of being. There are no bulwarks but they can be blown away in the next gust of terror, and that is precisely what is so terrifying, and what fear is trying to show you. O to never be without this salt.