I must not fear.
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 has 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.
You find the litany against fear surprisingly effective, though not enough. Should you feel ashamed to rely on a spiritual device from a non-existent world? Once you would have felt ashamed, but now you wonder if it makes any difference at all. Real or unreal? – as if the distinction was so simple and straightforward.