Lady Crumpet's Armoire



February 25, 2003

I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm

I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm hopped up on Dayquil because I have a cold. And I've got cramps too. Yaaaaay.

There's a lot of fear-mongering going on, and it makes me angry that 9/11 is used to justify what's going on at home and abroad. It seems that if you disagree with how things are being done by the current administration, then you're irrelevant. You might as well be guilty of treason, whether the issue is foreign policy or the economy or the First Amendment.

Recently I got a call from a friend who lives out in Kansas, and she worries about me, working as I do in the city, riding the subways. I guess I'm inured to the sight of all the cops and National Guardsmen roaming Penn Station. I didn't run out and buy rolls of duct tape. I don't go about feeling petrified all the time. Then I read the news, and something like despair settles over me. But I shall conquer this.

In the novel Dune, there's a litany that Paul Atreides calls upon to give him strength:

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.

Yours, &c., LC | 02:04 PM |