My mind wanders to thoughts of beasts—felines and canines. One, equipped for precise and sharply efficient kills. The other, reliant on power and strength of its jaw. The physiology of each engineered to successfully hunt, kill, and devour. A feline’s claws wait to unsheathe. The canine’s keen eye for the weak member of the herd keeps it patient. The muscles and sinews ripple and tear across fur and skin like rivers in the sands. Single points of light in the darkness. Grunts, growls, and yowls beneath the stars. Survival of the ones who run fastest, move hardest, and rend the most flesh from the bone. They who are worthiest of nourishment, and propagation of their most holy seed.