I don’t think my ego died that night, at least it doesn’t seem like that right now. Maybe that was experience when the death of my ego started. Or this right now is something different, I don’t know. Maybe my ego did die that night, however it is, I have to conquer that fear of death which occurred after I let my aggression run wild. I don’t know what will happen after it, but the only way I see it now is to leave the fear alone, completely, let it do whatever it wants. That is my idea of facing that fear.