The Law

A new day is opening above afrrican savannah. Grey skies yield to orange-yellow performance of colors above the horizont over a low brush nearby. A herd of buffalo and a  lion pride are laying just a short distance from each other and are welcoming the new dawn. Their sight is set upon the rising sun and they wait together for the sun to bop up above the  horizon. Every day a quiet harmony is spreading between the two groups during daybreak. The last seconds of serenity and stillness will dissapear in the brightness of the african sun bringing on a deadly dance between them, which may any second turn into a carnage.

Two recently born lion cubs shall today understand how life intertwines with death. The day has come when they are to be introduced to the smell of blood. Right now they are still resting in the bush, right next to their mother. Untill now they were babies. The buffalo herd sets out to get a drink at the river's edge. Their mighty shadows evoke chills and goose bumps. Huige, dark and untouchable creatures audacious. Stoic, peacefull as not many others can manage. A buffalo never dashes away, unless attacked by hunters. He always hesitates for a moment and he is not doing that without a good reason. Maybe it's stupid, foolish and ungraspable, but when he accepts there is no time left, his only wish is to pass on the gift of his body and to serve those remaining on earth. The lion approached with few leaps crapped up quietly to  the buffalo, standing by the river, slightly aside from the others. He chose to attack an old, decrepit animal, exactly as his instincts commanded him to do. The buffalo noticed him too late. Within a short moment the mighty yellow paws og the lion grabbed the unsuspecting victim from behind. There was something humane in his grip, maybe the movement of his hand, his paw, a widely spread apart fingers. The boy hiding in the bush loosened his grip on the gun and watched his own widely spread apart fingers, just a little less yellow than the lion's.

The rest of the buffalo herd set forth to provide assisstance to the prey. Sharp darkly colored horns closed together steadfastly and resolutely and a thunder of hooves was heard throughout the savannah.

They arrived late, the moment of surprise brought victory to the lions. For this time. The old buffalo was laying in the sand with his eyes wide open. He had passed away but as of that moment his herd became much stronger. He had fullfilled his destiny and turned into a feast, a multiple course meal.

The laws of Nature, harsh from the outside, follow freakishly logical steps. They need each other, that‘s the reason for them being at war. Without mutual vindictiveness not just the best of the best would be surviving, the whole of them would not be better with each step. Both groups acted only with in the sense of securing their future. Every new day brings new challenges, that is the rule both groups respect and honor. They are fighting together day after day in the perfect harmony of life.

The lion cubs kept watching the deathmatch from a bush opposite the one where the boy with the rifle was hiding.

From a safe distance, behind momma’s paws, the cubs are getting to know the world they will soon start participating in. The moment during which they intensly followed the fight was the beginning, their games started changing. Innocent nudging was getting forever replaced by a strong desire to fight. Bloodthirst.

Even the boy hiding under the bush, is learning to hunt by mere observing. He follows the coordination of movements of each individual and the cooperation of the whole herd. He’s becoming a man, desire and hatred are awakening in him and he shall turn them against all living things. He is experiencing the potency of power and the craving for victory. Hardly anybody can resist such a calling.

Even an animal behaves with more mercy. In the eyes of nature’s laws the boy sinks to the level of a wild beast and even lower. A wild animal is not capable to kill for pleasure. That is the prerogative of mankind.

Peace again was established under the African sky. The great buffalo for the last time glanced towards the yellowish cluster under the trees, sent a look filled with warning.

The lion turned his head towards the bush, the boy instinctively crouched behind his rifle. “The fight against the world, strength within the herd. You human still have a lot to learn, and surprisingly, from those you consider inferior. From those who are not your equals. They surely are not. Just not in a way you might believe.

And that’s the way it works, like it or not. It’s like the laws of the universe – you don’t have to agree but they are not going to change because of you. Nothing is going to help, not whining and crying, not differences of disagreeing. Nothing but appreciation of the reality.

with Love,

Alice Elleanor Adams

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