We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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.
Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear – From Frank Herbert’s Dune (h/t Classical Values)
While you're taking the time to let your fear pass over you and through you, the lion who constitutes the legitimate basis of that fear will snack down on your overly-philosophical arse. Or the warrior from the next tribe over puts a spear or a bullet through your brain.
Dune is without a doubt one of the most pretentious and over-rated novels of modern times. It's a space opera with a dash of Philip K. Dick tossed in, and we get very ill-considered plot holes tossed in among the pretensions to profundity. An example, just off the top of my head: We are told with all solemnity that the loyalty of the trainees of a certain school cannot be broken. The first character we encounter who is a product of this training is already compromised by the farm-fresh innovation of holding his wife hostage.