My Deepest Fears.
Part I - My Physical Body Under Attack.
“My physical body is weakness in its purest form. So tender and fragile, biological and susceptible. Open to attack from all that exists in this physical world.
Wild animals gnaw and chew my flesh and my bone. My warm blood drips from their strong feral jaws. Mere insects bite and sting in suicidal attacks to irritate and destroy my thin skin and my face. The animal Man is the most deadly of all with his hatred and envy and violence and pride. He plots and conspires in darkness of night, to attack and destroy me when I least expect.
Swarms of bacteria breed and destroy my cells unaware, while viral armies plan my demise riding swiftly along in my channels of blood. Teems of microbes plot death and disease, burrowing into my unguarded flesh to patiently wait their moment of attack. How can I pretend to deal with this all, when nearly all living creatures can potentially kill.
Poisons abound in the plants that I eat and toxic chemicals sink deep into my bone. Isotopic disease plagues my healthy young cells and cancer grows forth with resilient control. Radioactivity silently metastasizing its way to my soul. The tumor’s hunger for my body is never satisfied, until my muscles grow thin and withers to none. These fears I hold deep, in a chamber well hidden, so they don’t overtake my appearance to you.
Rocks and tall cliffs with the weight and height to destroy, together with gravity crush my fragile spine. Rusty mechanical iron and forged spikes mutilate my tissues and tear up my bone. Gears and pulleys spin and grab my thin arms and shred them to pieces.
Cold dark waters will cover my mouth and my nose making my lungs burn like fire as they fill. Raging fires will boil and char my meat black and dry. Sharp ice and cold frost bite into my wrinkled toes. My flesh is so fragile to survive in this harsh world, but the list keeps on growing of horrible fears.
Tornados and cyclones whirl ‘round my head, impaling my body with jagged debris. Smashing and crushing me under my house, no one to find my wet, limp corpse ever again. Landslides and earthquakes and hailstorms and lightning. The list never ends of ways I might suffer and cry out in great pain.
All the forces of God in his nature unleashed, are so awesome to me that I tremble bent in fear. Why was my fragile body dumped in this horrid place at all, where nearly everything is apt to kill or mame, decay or cause me pain?”
- der Wiedertäufer Ѯ