"I must say a word about fear. It is life`s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mid-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelilef and disbelief tries to push it out. But disblief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapon technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeinable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown awaay like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your toune drops dead like a oppossum, while your jaw begines to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to schiver as if they had malaria and your knewws to shake as though they were dance. Your heart strains too hard, while y our sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Ever part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyess work well. They always pay priper attention to fear.
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allines: hope and trust. There, you`ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an imprerssion, has truumphed over you.
The matter is difficult to put into wirds. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with our martal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to chine the light of words upon it. because if you don`t, if your f rear becomes a wordless darness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attackes of fear because you never trule fought the opponent who defeeated you."
chapter 56 from Life of Pi by Yann Martel