Insects rule the Earth

Zmz has been desperate to do something useful, and in at least some small way important, for most of his years on this planet.  Doing is the predicate and vital part of a being.  Anxiety grew out of the clash between this fundamental sub-creative urge and the weakness of fear.  The fear is often of  embarrassment; of the loss of perceived control; of the opinions or ill-will of others; of the shifting, shadowy non-entity "Failure".  These fears so often coddled what appeared to be an infant, but was, rather, an ancient, immortal man shrunk to the size of a beetle whose name is Cowardice.  The myth of this creature is similar in some ways to that of Tithonus.  However, while Cowardice rolls a ball of faeces forever up-hill, Tithonus shrank to a wizened cricket and made music in the night (pining for his love, the Dawn).  Anyone who has had a new-born human in a household can attest to a similarity with this latter creature's sleep habits.  Also, a babe does not know fear until taught it, and is brave to a fault.  Everything is new in its innocent eyes, everything is there to explore, experience, and put to use (or in its mouth).  If someone claims as an insult that a fellow is being childish, it is actually an unintended compliment.  Of course we cannot all be children all the time. But everyone has their brave, innocent, childish self within them to protect against forever rolling in shite.