In terror, time and language collapse. What remains in the mind (if anything) is the will — yet even that is often displaced. Tossed in that surf, my body became a vivid, constricted concert of heart, lungs, throat, nostrils, a concert bellowing in stunning, perfect pitch: Confront terror with every fiber of your being. If you don’t, it will seize you and make off with you. Fight it NOW or succumb forever.
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