Silence is as terrifying as death. I remember a writer who spoke of loneliness. He said, "It is loneliness that makes the most noise; that is what happens to men and dogs." His loneliness bordered on ignominy. Yet he did not stop writing; he did not stop leaving his mark. Your writing is like the edge of a sword—it tears through the fabric of silence. The outside world is terrifying. Dying is terrifying. Being unloved is terrifying. But we are what we leave in the hearts of others, and that is a difficult thing to cultivate.