If you are afraid to fall, he said, pointing out to the land a couple of inches below the wire he is standing on, you will fall. If you do not fear falling, you will not fall. It is as simple as that.
Phil is a man as small and thin as a ten-year old girl. Gaia saw him from a distance and run to see him close. It was early morning, they were alone.
What are you doing?
I train my brain. When you walk little above the ground you train your brain, not your feet. You need to feel it with your feet, feel the tension and be one with it, at the same time you need to recognize fear and move forward. Fear will take you down, your urgency to free yourself from the chance of falling, you will jump to remove the uncertainty of the fall. Fear brings folly. I defeat it every day, hundred of times a day.
He spoke from the wire, walking back and forth as on a balcony. He leaned down, grabbed a long stick with one hand, stood back up and walked the length of the wire, more than a hundred feet, holding the stick with the extended arms in front of him. Gaia followed him on the ground.
Will you put the wire higher?
Of course I will. In a little time you will see me higher than this.