The image of a herd of zebras quietly munching the plain grass while a nearby lion munches on the slowest member of the herd has haunted me for a while. Are the zebras just plain stupid, or do they know that at least for now they are safe, because the lion has food and nobody else has to worry for a while? Maybe the lion, being there, will keep other lions from coming around and trying to get some more zebra steaks.
What suddenly occurred to me recently, is that sooner or later, every single zebra in that herd will get older and slower and someday slow enough to be the slowest zebra in the herd. It makes you think a little harder about the 'survival of the fittest'. One day, we will meet that end, and the rest of the herd will keep on about their business, mostly glad it wasn't them.
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