Slow spent stars wheel and dwindle where I fell.
Physicians are a constellation where
The blown brain sits a fascist to the heart.
Late, it is late, and it is time to start.
Sanction the civic woe, deal with your dea,
Convince the stranger: none of us is well.
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
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Why must we travel in the direction of our fear? It sounds promising but it feels too vague. Why is it good to travel towards our fears? Has it been proven people are happier if they overcome the fear that limits them?