The present moment--where eternity touches time. So I'm told. Is it true then in this ever-unfolding moment of eternity, I lose all fear? I have carried this burden so long, a weighted knapsack harnessed to me--fear. In my mind I'm in a field of wildflowers, daisies white and indian paintbrush red under a blue sky, setting the sack down one last time, leaving it to the universe to do with it what it will. Cosmic recycling--take that fearful energy, Lord, and convert it to love. Send it out to the universe where it will float particle by particle to the nether worlds. Let it do someone some good for once.