It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.
“‘Tis the clear light of love I praise
That steadfast gloweth o’er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
Though man’s soul pass through troubled waters,
Strange ways to him are openèd.
To shore the beaten ship is sped
If only love of light give aid.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”