Pain is progress, perfection is poison.

Self, though I’m sure it’s not novel

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Frank Herbert, Dune

The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.


Lucy was experiencing a major obstacle to unintegration: anticipation of the past. She was laying the transparency of her history over the present situation just as a lecturer does with an overhead projector and a screen. Assessing the situation with her rational mind and fearing the dangers of the past, she was preventing herself from having any kind of new, and unanticipated, experience.

Mark Epstein, M.D., Going to Pieces Without Falling Apart