Fears are forgotten with time. At first, a fear is extreme and raging, impossible to see around or through. But, as time passes, they begin to shrink and shrivel as long as the host of them doesn’t fuel them, for that would lead to madness. In The Raven, the narrator is driven insane by a fear that would’ve been shrank with time. “As some of one gently tapping at my chamber door… Stood there wondering, fearing… Not a sound but the whispered word ‘Lenore?’” (Poe, 1-2). With the passing of Lenore, he began to imagine her knocking at his door. An unrealistic fear that would’ve subsided if he had pushed it out of his mind. Instead, he let it become rooted in his mind, grabbing the wheel and steering him into madness. But, with the passing of time and staying disciplined, fears like these would dismantle themselves.