In a competative world do I fed my enemy, and even in co-operative ventures do I always ensure I get the best or better deal. Fear of being used and abused, tortured and consumed is a basic animal nature.

However being born in an environment where my basic needs for warmth and sustenance was provided I never learnt what a nasty creature I really am.

Those who came before me and those others that have greater resources than I would have me think I am weak and have to co-operate with them. They lay down rules for me to follow to be able to continue to enjoy my comforts, quite simply I just have to conform.

The problem arose that as I had ample basics I had time to think and nothing made any sense unless I treated anyone less fortunate than me the same. Whether I considered someone weaker as a consequence of the colour of their skin or their gender wasn't the issue. What became clear was that if a person identified with a group, for security then that security was limited by the strength of the group.

So although I use the group to consume and despise that I do, I do so with frivolity and seriousness, passion and dispair. This animal being is no match for the logic it knows yet intellect is able to spin it out when there is threat to comfort enjoyment and survival.