I see in the papers that there are individuals who are selected for prosecution for “insider” crimes.  This is very like the behavior of hunter animals on the plains that target a “meal” of the day.  Lions wait, camouflaged by their coloration, until a likely victim appears.  The really amazing thing is that the herd of “outsiders” is not particularly disturbed when the choice is made by the insider on the prowl to "get" his.  They continue to munch on after a short dash, the deal completed and the danger past.

Life is a selective process.  We sometimes wonder how we got to where we are.  Did we get abandoned and the wrong people adopted us?  This seems to be a universal complaint of the younger among us, who are trying to grow up. We learn the ropes and there seems to be a great amount of false learning for there are those who inspire us by their success but who sometimes, like the animal pulled down by the lion, show us that our beliefs may be founded on a false view of life.

I think that the enforcers of the rules that regulate “business” are the same kind of judges we may get when it is our turn to appear at the bar of justice.  I am quite certain that if I am called to account for a breach of the rules I did not understand in the first place, that the roof would be pulled down around me.  Those of us who are caught are put on display for the rest of to delight in the fact that – there, but for the vagaries of luck go I. 

We humans are herd animals and we are as intensely interested in predators.  We spend an inordinate amount of time being entertained by stories of crimes and their solutions.  Our heroes are those splendid individualists who do not obey the rules themselves.  These are curious individuals who somehow live squalid lives while they exercise their sense of justice and come to the aid of the poor, downtrodden and betrayed.  But, life is not like our “make-believe” stories.

Like herd animals, we munch on a few mouthfuls as we go on our journey from here to there, either on pilgrimages or on passages, trying to get along.  The predators that look amazingly just like us are among us even while on the fringes of our pedestrian lives.  They live like kings of the jungle and feast on us while the rest of us fast a lot.

Life is a selective process. Some of us dream through life munching on a few crusts while predators use us as an endless source of energy to do it over and over.  Like vampires, they feed off our lifeblood exploiting our placid bovine acceptance that some of us are selected for a short, violent end.