Bataille 's writing suggests to me that if we establish a direct relationship with terror, we will be able to resist the imposition of terror from the outside. Alternatively, not to face the terror of life is to remain intoxicated by false assurances as to our ability to escape our own demise. We all die. Also, when we are afraid, we find out what we're really made of -- what we are prepared to hold onto, and what we are willing to discard.
Marechera concurs by his rejection of the rest of humanity, to be alone with his own terror:
Nothing but blows and kicks
Greet the friendly eye of thought
Which bloodied muddied shakes the dust
To all humanity
And discovers terror the totem of truth.