We’re all neophytes in love. None of us have the tools, or the weapons, or the resources. Prepared as we think we are, we’re defeated.
You’re moving through the tall grass, getting a glimpse of the prey, the shoulders mostly, the mane. You prepare your rifle. You’re very quiet. And then there’s a moment. The wind changes, the grass stops swaying. The lion turns, looks at you. The moment you realize you are no longer the hunter, you are the prey.
When you see a river, you must follow it to its source, no matter the perils, no matter those comrades that fall along the way. You must know how things work. You must unlock.
Before you speak another word, I ask you to consider this… How valuable is your life? Do you hold it dear? Does your wife value your company? Do you favor growing old to one day teach your ugly inbred children your grotesque manners? Lay hands on him, that’ll be your end.