# Fear Someone asked me what I'm most afraid of. I found it a difficult question to answer. I'm not particularly afraid of any of the usual stuff: death or failure or spiders. I *am* afraid of the moment in which I realize I made a horrible mistake. One scene that illustrates the way this feels to me is the D-day beach storming scene in *Saving Private Ryan*, where an unnamed soldier lies on the sand, his guts spilling out, crying for his mother. If only he had went down a slightly different route. There's this realization that, if you had even the most rudimentary control over time, all would be well - you'd avoid making the deadly mistake. But what I fear even more is a fundamental misunderstanding: the dissonance between something I know and the rest of the world doesn't. This is best reflected in Gabriel García Márquez's short story, *I Only Came to Use the Phone*. If you haven't read it, take a look below. I won't spoil it for you. ![[I Only Came to Use the Phone.pdf]]