Ultimately, all fear comes from the fear of existence and its duality, non-existence. But beneath that lies the most basic element of humanity, the refusal to deal with the meaningless of life.
Humans are terrified of acknowledging this point. Virtually no religion will even dip its toe therein. Buddhism, and to some extent Quakerism and some Shamanistic religions come closest and that is probably why many who find themselves confronted with this may be drawn towards these schools of thought. If one does a search on virtually anything on the internet, millions of hits come up. A search of what people think about the inherit meaningless of life takes you to the wikipedia entry and very few other entries that provide much of any insight.
There is a famous story by Hans Christian Andersen called The Emperor's New Clothes, which is often received as a sort of fun story about monarchs and nudity. But I believe that what it really is about is that very thing that we all refuse to talk about.
None of this makes any sense. Why won't anyone acknowledge this? Why is it so painful?
Wouldn't life be better for us all if at least we made reference to the elephant in the room?
I often wonder if the individuals who commit suicide who seem eminently lucid, actually do it because they are eminently lucid. None of this makes any sense. Shouldn't that be the first thing we think about when we wake up in the morning? Shouldn't that be the last thing we acknowledge when we go to bed at night?
None of this makes any sense. It doesn't, and acknowledging that may be the first step towards.... acknowledging that none of this makes any sense.
None of us asked for this. Existence was imposed upon us. I never wanted this. I never asked for this. It was imposed upon me. And yet, it can be pretty damn good. I like it. Perhaps I will become bored with it at some point, but so far, I like it.
And so, short as this post is, it devolves to something unoriginal.