Why should I disguise what you know so well, but what the crowd never dream of? We companies are all birds of prey; mere birds of prey. The only question is, whether in serving our own turn, we can serve yours too; whether in double-lining our own nest, we can put a single living into yours.
To relentlessly prey (yes, prey) on the future your dreams, gifts, and abilities have offered to you, through God of course, is the only way to cure the disease that is "society." That is, to do so, disregarding the lies that you are fed through whichever medium "society" spoons it, and progressing in spite of. If you are already doing so, I applaud you.
Dedrick D. L. Pitter
The arms race between [predators] and [prey] is asymmetric, in which success on either side is felt as failure by the other side, but the nature of the success and failure on the two sides is very different. The two sides are 'trying' to do very different things. [Predators] are trying to eat [prey]. [Prey] are not trying to eat [predators], they are trying to avoid being eaten by [predators]. From an evolutionary point of view asymmetric arms races are more [likely] to generate highly complex weapons systems.
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.
From here on, " Kanin said, "you will have to decide what kind of demon you will be. Not all meals will come to you so easily, ignorant and seeking to do you harm. What will you do if your prey invites you inside, offers you a place at the table? What will you do if they flee, or cower down, begging you not to hurt them? How you stalk your prey is something you must come to terms with, or you will quickly drive yourself mad. And once you cross that threshold, there is no coming back from it.
Fortunes are made, if I the facts may state--Though poor myself, I know the fortunate:First, there's a knowledge of the way from whenceGood fortune comes--and this is sterling sense:Then perseverance, never to declineThe chase of riches till the prey is thine;And firmness never to be drawn awayBy any passion from that noble prey--By love, ambition, study, travel, fame,Or the vain hope that lives upon a name.
It was not enough that food aplenty was within Man's grasp: he wanted more. It was not enough that prey surrendered themselves to Man according to the natural order: Man wanted to cook his prey. Man had discovered fire when lightning stuck and set a tree or two alight, but he was clumsy and greedy and stupid and could not keep the flame alive
I chased my prey... there was blood oozing out from the pain of the weaker... my incisors tasted the deliciousness of flesh! Lying down under the shade of age-old tree I knew- you are nothing but the contentment of the deliciousness - the very meaning of mortal life! It was when I myself became the prey of hunger, seeing my own flesh bleeding from the mouth of my successor, I knew, you were more than that what I knew in my senses, my hunger!
The dark leaden mask hides the devil with a soul of deceit, with his warm syrupy vacuous words coercing, enticing and grasping with exposed sharpened claws, scratching slow at his prey's surface with bullet pointed precision, inserting the slow hot mercurial poison of falsification of love straight into the flowing veins of the succumbing vulnerable heart. The prey's wanton escape futile, isolated and drawn into the hot fiery abyss.
None of us are sane; none of us know sanity. We only have the audacity, to think that we are sane. Real beasts are sane. They have chosen to see the World for what it really is; a World filled with predators and hypocrites; hypocrites posing as civilized prey. Wolves in sheep's clothing, if you ask me. Wolves in sheep's clothing; only posing as civilized prey.