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Someone asked me tonight whether I had ever been afraid of anything and it was the absurdity of the question that made me look away and chuckle, because the assumption that people have about others who give an outward impression of confidence and sublimity is that life roles off of them like water off of a duck’s back, but the fact is and what I tried to make clear with my one-word answer is that fear is sometimes what drives people to perceived heights and that the confidence others see is often being displayed on behalf of the person projecting it rather than anyone else who might see it due to the projectors keen understanding that the abyss always sits immediately in front of him and inside of him and, therefore, yes, Constantly.