Once upon a time, there was a great and terrible tiger.
Its power matched only by its insatiable appetite.
No matter how many animals fell to its fearsome claws and teeth, it remained unsated.
So hunt, it would, ceaselessly.
To the point that all of the creatures on which it preyed petitioned the Brahma, saying:
“Please, Great One(s)!
Save us!
We are destined to be obliterated should this Fate continue to befall us!”
The Brahma, in its wisdom and kindness, heard the pleas.
Thus was created a hind (a female Sika Deer) that would be eternally reborn and grow to maturity, mere moments after its demise.
It was not long before the tiger noticed its new prey.
Falling on it.
Devouring it with abandon, as the hind was a joy to hunt and delicious in its consumption.
Yet, the very next day, as the tiger’s hunger was ever-present, the hunt would resume.
The hind would be spotted.
And the cycle would continue.
Soon, the tiger would hunt no other.
As the taste and thrill were too satisfying to forgo.
One day, not long after the cycle became known to the creatures now spared, a wild boar said to the hind:
“While the Brahma has delivered to us salvation in you, we cannot help but feel sad for your lot.”
The hind, very wise itself – as the Brahma took special care in its creation, replied:
“It is the lot of some to be hunters.
It is the lot of others to be hunted.
To deny this reality is the road to suffering and disappointment.
Therefore, I choose to embrace that I feed such a powerful creature.
That my flesh, and my flesh alone, strengthens and sustains such a magnificent predator.
Yet, my role in the grand design is no less than the tiger’s.
For, without me, the tiger could not survive.
And, without the tiger, I would have a far less noble purpose.”
Though not as wise as the hind, the wild boar nodded in agreement.
Letting the world be as it is.
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