The Unfearful and the Avatar.

Fear is natural, a sort of, “I’m not going there again” response. Fear of lions, falling a thousand feet from a ridge etc etc. Learning to ski for example, first 4mph is the fear limit, then 10, 15 and so on, each in turn an invisible barrier that one contrives one way or another to not exceed. The situation is assessed, fear triggered and a knee collapse called for. But a different fear can arise from many sources other than physical: fearful of a parent, a teacher, a subject, a situation. In all of these there can be a ‘knee collapse’ called for. And one barely recognises the counter response of self- justification; it wasn’t fear but circumstance. The fear is justified, externalised, buried and once buried only the justification remains. And the justification is a lie. Thus fear teaches one to lie. And lies make reality into a dichotomy of truth and fiction. And this fiction born of fear forms the ego, the fictitious person in the same body as the real: One person holding two identities: The Unfearful and the Avatar. The rat race, which incidentally is very unfair to rats, is the result of Avatars playing reality as if it’s a game of Grand Theft Auto, and unfortunately wealth and public office induce levels of fear unknown to ordinary people. And, sorry to go on, Avatar fiction can seem far more appealing than unfearful truth. So at this moment under the universal fear of Coronavirus the world is in a right pickle. By the way the fruit of the tree of knowledge is not about steam engines and transistors, it’s about our unique human capacity to create our own Avatar, so we can’t say we’ve not been told. In conclusion we seem to be at a cusp, a sharp change in the direction of a curved line, or at least the possibility of one. Like Shylock Avatars can be smelt and once smelt can be outwitted. All we need is a Portia. No not the car dumb ass!