For every human being, life, along with its joys and pleasures, is also full of fears and phobias.  For me, standing on a tall rock outcropping, peering between my toes at the cavernous abyss below, causes immediate panic with weak kneed, spine tingling, wet-your-pants fear.  They call it acrophobia. Others have fears of spiders or snakes, or perhaps tight spaces.  The world has recognized these fears by giving those names like arachnophobia, ophidiophobia, or claustrophobia.As the world evolves and new fears arise, it is only natural for us to recognize these fears and continue to grant them the names they deserve in an attempt to better label the fear, and then deal with that fear and the resultant anxieties.  As 2012 nears I have a recurring fear that is so powerful that it finds me praying for soiled pants via a cliff dive or an enclosed coffin teeming with spiders.  The dominant fear is such that I have found need to name it; to give it a label:...(Read Full Post)