As we pursue the ends, what do we mean?
I am currently trying to figure out the role of the motif of the hunter.
Imagine a being who through careful planning chooses a wardrobe that maximizes stealth. It matches the hue and pattern of the forest they tend to stalk. Then to be noticed by others of their kind they put on the most bright and opposite color, florescent orange.
This is the human condition... to fit in but to stand out. To hide and to be found. To not be bothered but to be loved.
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