The Primal Fear

We all experienced it once, and again, and again, and again…

When we realized we were helpless, fearing no rescue, and our only language was a cry.

We learned patterns that with enough wailing we would get help,

Much later learning words, and more words,

But we never forgot that primal fear: our first terror, alone helpless, unknowing how to solve it, it’s only way of shaping its world is a cry.

From there our fears began. To there they end: an endless state of helpless agony, unable to escape, but this time, cries go unanswered.

What we fear most is what we feared first, and again, and again, which for most, never quite leaves.

We fear that if there is no God, are we then helpless?

We fear that if there is a God, what would he do with us, helpless?

The primal fear, to return to whence we came, helpless, hopeless, is borne from reality, who also bears its enemy: Reason.