What risk is there of surrendering now to the completely neutral creative force that made me? Is this my body’s greatest and hidden wonder?
Have I created an automatic fear mechanism that keeps me as the most important thing?
It may be normal but is it good and will the adventure of dying, when I go on it, be a short one?
Will my dying thought be, “This I could have gotten used to”? If I’m living with regret why die with it too?