Fear (after Joaquim Paco d’Arcos)   Fear isn’t fear of the pirates on the river or of typhoons at sea. It isn’t being afraid of gun fire at night on the river teeming with junks and betrayals. It isn’t the terror of hanged men in white moonlight in the mango groves of the Black Sand. Fear isn’t the terror of war, famine or plague or of the sores of the lepers on the Island of Saint John. It isn’t the suspicion that death is waiting for us continually and will carry us away.   Fear isn’t the spreading sadness when…