Never can be certain.

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I feel sure something is closing in.  Darkness, death, hard mean things.  The Sandman can send anything of fiction, even some things of fact, and not win.  I have died in my dreams.  I don't know if that would be fatal to you.  I just know it hasn't been for me.  Past performance is no guarantee of future truth?  There are things he could send.  My kill switch for those is iffy, or at least rusty.

Oh, I get it.

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I don't fully understand.  Of the various sorts, just what constitutes belief, understanding, and rightness.  Are lambs allowed to be totally ignorant, or is that a failure, and at what point does one become the other.  Among wolves, former wolves, sheep-dog, and shepherds... are these also allotted differing levels of understanding, and, again, at what point does knowing but not doing, or choosing ignorance in spite of what should be easily seen, become an issue of soul damage or destruction?  I tell you that I cannot know.  I can tell you that I strongly suspect.

If you know something is a sin, and you choose to ignore it for your sins rather than deal with your sins, that is beyond the pale.  Even a quid pro quo wink and nod is second death worthy.  Not dealing with the sins of another, even to be falsely kind or non-judgmental, is wrong as well.  Forgive, but at some point, if publicly sinful, you have to turn your back.  If you don't, then you support the sin through the unrepentant sinner.  But there are areas which are difficult to understand.  How much does another know?  Some are plainly ignorant.  Other seem to know and not care.  Thankfully, final judgment is not my job.  I'll leave that, happily, to another.  Although I will choose according to my understanding.  I will not participate with those who live scandal.  If that is a scandal in your book, I happily part ways.  Though with warning.  Choose wisely.  Living with the reality of ticks and fleas, but fighting it, is not the same as embracing ticks and fleas.  I know it can be tricky, but... it isn't.

What about prey?

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It is such an interesting topic for me, personally.  I have been both hunter and hunted, in conflict and in love.  More, I loved it.  I have even hunted food animals a few times.  I have dreamed of being a bear, a wolf, and an eagle.  To be honest, what was on my animal minds in those dreams?  Food.  It was all about finding a source then getting too it.  Berries to bunnies to fish, it was all, in the animal psyche, about filling up.  Day after day, week after week, it is all about food.  The hunger in them is terrible, brutal, feral, final.