You know I figured out a long time ago that this world was made up of wolves and sheep. When you're born into this world, you're either a wolf or you're a sheep. You either take or you're taken.
I guess one could equate wolves and sheep with good and evil. But I think this equation is a bit more complicated than that.
Both wolves and sheep seek to survive. Wolves are made that way, aggressors. Sheep are made the way they are too, to be meek and submissive.
If you're born a sheep you quickly figure out the best way to survive is to stay in the middle of the mob (what a gathering of sheep is called). Stick your neck out and some wolf is going to take you down.
Wolves don't look at you as an individual put only part of a mass of meat, to be eaten. They have no feeling other than to take. And there are always a mob of sheep around, with some sheep hanging around the edges of the mob, ripe for the picking.
I'm a sheep. I don't take. I used to hide in the middle of the mob, hoping the wolves circling the sheep would miss me. So far so good.
I've had some close calls though. A few times I thought I was with other sheep and they turned out to be wolves in sheep's clothing. You all know those folks don't you?