How many thin lines are there that we tread; careful to avoid either one side or the other? And how many of those lines do we tread out of fear. Fear to pick a side and stand by it.

Is it wisdom that makes us tread the line, or is it fear? Is it wise to view both sides before committing to one or the other? But then, does there not come a point where a decision must be made, but the line holds us upon it; frozen statues in the face of being wrong.

Is that distinction between wisdom and terror yet another line?
Which is right?

There are times when the answer seems so clear. Where our gut just tells us something and it seems folly not to plunge head-long. Why, then, are these the decisions we fear making the most? Why do we not trust ourselves? Is the temperance which stays our hand truly a virtue? Why should we deny ourselves that which we crave, that which we know we want? Out of fear?
Fear is the mindkiller. Fear is the little death which brings the total obliteration.