Fear is what pretends to protect us from loss.
To fear death 'protects' from losing a body.
to fear ruin 'protects' from losing status.
To fear rejection 'protects' from being known.

But losing a body is contained within having a body.
Losing status is contained within having status.
Being know is contained within being contious.

It is the nature of all things to transform.
to go from known to hidden to known again.

But when the ceaseless impermanence of all things
strips away the finalty of endings,what remains of fear?
Is it a shelter protecting you from itself?
Or is ir a shelter protecting itself from you?

You took fear by the hand and walked with it into the unknown,
and through that, you feared nothing