Does a hunter feel compelled to hunt? Does his blood reach his eyes blinding him for that moment? Does he feel remorse later? Or is he accepting of his fate? Is hunting his fate? Or does the prey tempt him… mock him from distance? Always at a distance of course. where it is safe … In that case who is the prey, the hunted or the hunter?
Or may be even the prey is compelled. Forced upon this never ending cycle which has no purpose.
Or may be the purpose eludes us.
So… when it comes to us.. who is doing the hunting and who is being hunted?