Well, I have never had a (n overwrought)fear of snakes, quite the contrary, had a wild garter as a pet in my youth compliments of my nature loving father. And I do not fear falling; quite the contrary, I am terrified of *jumping which I seem irresistibly compelled to do when I get near the edge of something up high. And darkness, well it isn't inherently scary; I sort of like it, back to the safety of the womb I suppose. So I'm not sure just how universal those are. I don't think I'm goin' too far along with all that tree jumping stuff. Most of our worldview got imprinted when we came down from those trees, stood upright and started running around on those savannahs!
Still I liked the story of the blackbirds, the collective mind of them, I suppose, and it reminds me of the true story of the wild parrots of Long Beach and San Fransico which I just may have to write....(finally home from work on the left coast and none of you are awake....)
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