Journal #4

Then Adam began to ponder over fear. Fear, that alarmed figure with a tottered posture who hides hoping there is nothing to scare him. The reserved one who lives in many of us like an open entry of impurities and restricted areas. What need does fear have f0r an occupied case, and what faulty culprit can push against him? He sits in his enormous manshion examining the entire world. Sitting on his throne, observing with a rifle in his possesion, waiting for a dispatcher to rouse him. He has sat on his throne dictating the world from above, to undergo the heaviness completely for as long as the line to the church has been clear. Adam was destined to find that shiny Golden eagle elevated near him one day. He was scared but also pleased. Poor John! He ought not have lost that unique bird of his. Adam questioned John to go in and permit an assembly, but John responded No. The advisers wuz all right with the diabolical righteousness John was blocking out, but didn't know what the answers behind him were. He'd be fine just as long as he is determined to take the long road for a spin. He wasn't going to fall down. That is what he felt. But John had told him dissimilarily, atleast to the extent of what he knew. Even with excluding John's remark, he was certain to find out the following day, for friends began to surround the movie theatre between the concession stands and between the soft chairs. People who were afraid of the limited space to the theatre decided to observe the area of mass population. Directed each other on the walls of open space and just hesitated there. Capacity, that great ruler, had shadowed over the theatre.