I'm afraid of alot of things. Most of which seem to be the most normal, trivial things imaginable. I hate crowded places, but I love gatherings. I love seeing people live, and be the star, but I hate the first person view. It's like you're looking at a painting of a hill side, with a bend around the way, and wondering whats on the other side, looking toward the place you're standing in now. It's a constant sense of curious confusion. The irony is, that in such a duality, there exists 4 selves, 4 singular places to define 1 single thing - to rationalize it's existance. There is my self preception of Me, and there is everyone elses preception of me. But thats only two. For anything to rationally exist, it must be defined into context, or "something" "else" - something or someone else seperate from "you" or what is preceived as you. Thus, that object also has 2 selves. Thus it takes 4 selves for a single self to exist, but in that the me you see is me, and the you I see is you, now we're down to two selves to rationalize a self, which is still disproportionately off key. Mathmatics skew reality into the most benign of dimesions. Really, space and time have no meaning. Ponder it all you want, but you aren't likely to understand it untill you let it go. Existance is formless, an ever expansive universe mantage of energy, all contained in a space conceptually no large than the point of a clothes pin, each quark of energy bound with limitless power, it's own ever expansive universe. Fractal existance, multiple life times, eternal conciousnss - I need to stop working over night.