There is, I am convinced, very little difference between humanity and beast.  I love watching the Discovery Channel or Animal  Planet, especially the shows about Wilder beast crossing the river.  Gathered on the other bank, they watch and wait for the leader to strike out.  When one steps into the water, all follow.  And mass chaos ensues.  There is no patience, no decorum.  It is bedlam.

Now watch people.  There is little difference.  Everyone is in survival mode.  It’s me against the world.  I’ll step on you, bump you, run over you, whatever it takes to be first, to get the perfect spot.  And even the most timid must go with the flow or die.

then, I hear a faint voice … “Think of others more highly than yourself,” “The last will be first and the first will be last.”  And as I yield to that voice, I am bumped, kicked, and ravaged.  There is darkness, then light and another voice, “Well done, my good and faithful servant; enter in.”