Good 'ol Fear

Fear, is quite the unfair player. I've never witnessed anything more fearful in my life then that first time I went toe-to-toe with good ol' Fear.

There I was, on a hike up the back mountains of Saratoga Springs, that gently caressed the sky with its massive.... height. That's when Fear first struck.

We grappled for quite some time before he fled into the thick growth. I rested and right when I got my bearings, I thought about Fear returning and what he would be bring. From the corner of my eye, I saw an ominous figure looming behind the foliage. It was tall, thick and hairy.
And then wham-o! Fear was came at me once again! It took all my strength to get him to back off, but rest assured, I did.
There was no time to regain my strength, when all of a sudden, I felt something tickle my arm. I instinctively itched, but did not hit skin when I reached, but a big, treacherous spider, basking on my arm.
In an instant, Fear tackled me to the ground started wailing on me with his clenched fists.
I didn't even fight back. I was far too tired to react, or even think about the Fear upon me.
As fast as it started, Fear had released me, and ventured back into the woods.
I lied there in shambles for quite sometime, before realizing that I was half-way up the mountain and was committed to making it to the top.
It was Fear's final blow. He was on top of me once again, going for the jugular. I held my hands at my throat to shield his furious attempts to chock me out. My strength was failing me once again, and I once again gave up. Cleared my mind and gave no attention to my current situation.
Once again, Fear had fled away, mid-strike.
I awoke to some loving faces in the comfort of my own bed. I opened my eyes and found that my room was dark. Seeing only faint outlines of the furniture and other components of my room, I saw good 'ol Fear standing in the corner, watching.

Creativity HERE

There is one creative mechanism that surpasses most when it comes to everyday life, and how to make it more manageable. There was once a time when we had to grab both a fork, and a spoon when eating something that had a liquid (suitable for a spoon) and a solid (appropriate for a fork). When going to restaurants, one had to make sure they had to grab both, making hand-space limited. It is often a problem to forget one of them in your rush to chow-down on some grub.
Then the "Spork" came and put together the two most important utensils to ever hit man-kind's hands. It is a perfect example of unity among the powers of the world (F.Y.I.).

"A Quick End"

By Patrick Boyd

Single fatal crash,
A deafening explosion,
Pieces everywhere.
Legos thrown against a wall,
makes disassembly simple.  

This poem, is fresh in the library of poetry.com since five days ago. I think Boyd has a good arrangement here that is easy to relate to. Breaking something is the easiest way to disassemble something ("Spot on Watson!"). I think it is an ideal focus on the human reaction, but how easy do we recreate this action... with love?