The fear that keeps me up at night is that damned chore! The chore that I have to accomplish. The chore that God and man have both yoked me with for all my natural life. The chore of Sisyphus. To forever push the boulder up the mountainside. To strain, struggle, wretch and wrench the weight of the boulder up the mountainside just to have plummett to the base of the mountain again once I reach the peak. The fear is of the chore. My shame is that I have yet to even reach half way up the mountain.