fear. little can control our very hearts and souls quite like fear. we delight in the entertainment of horror much as our spicy foods grant us the experience of the flame without the risk of burning or death. and is it not death that we are most afraid of? heights, serpents, even the unknown, the root of our fear can always be traced back to the finality of our expiration. with the end of each song, death. but, also, the chance for new life. something to be joyful for? or, perhaps, afraid of?