by Trodayne Northern
There are articles, moments, bits of breaking news (a designation more apropos these days than perhaps ever before) all of which can make one feel despair, depressed, disenfranchised, disgusted. The lot of these feed the ‘other’ wolf – so to speak – from The Two Wolf Native American parable, though the tale’s true provenance is very often debated.
Either way, if you are unfamiliar with it, you should change that because it’s a very good parable.
Recently, in this deluge of the ‘constant caustic’ I’ve been turning to an old fictional litany…
“I will not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
I will face my fear.
I will let it pass through me.
When the fear has gone,
there shall be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
Hopefully you know its auteur. If not google is your friend.
It may seem silly but I used to turn to it in my youth and I’ve come back to it recently in earnest, with a new vigor. It represents very much what fiction is for me – a prism through which to view the world and very often my relation to said world. It is a toolbox to use when needed. A respite. A charge. A catechism.
Is there a passage from a book, or poem that you often return to in times of need?