It happened on a regular cool evening in the savanna, evening no different from the other evenings filled with fresh scent of drying twigs, far away singing of night birds and far away muffled noises of animals...An old seasoned hunter and his grandson were sitting around their small campfire after a long day of hiking and stalking the animals, that the grandpa was so good at trapping and killing. The grandpa always took a great pleasure in sharing his multitude of experiences with the grandson. The grandson always intently listened without interrupting, marveling at his grandpa's prowess and youthful looks despite the advanced age. However this time he asked him, " Grandpa, you've killed lions and rhinos, stalked hyenas, and other dangerous animals. How is it that you weren't afraid to be killed or mauled by them?" The old hunter looked at his grandson and smiled with a grin...He said "Yes, I've killed lions and rhinos, stalked hyenas and other dangerous animals, but who said I wasn't afraid? Fear has always been there, but I made it my only true companion besides my spear. Me and fear are like this (he crossed his palms in a gesture of mutual camaraderie) We know each other intimately, closer than the closest of the relatives, and looked into each others eyes many a time, in fact it is with me all the time! So accustomed are we to each other that we became the best of companions! Now let's go to sleep!"
Although the grandson did not understand all of what the grandfather said, he thought it was one of his grandpa's weird ways of joking, he knew, that there was something in that story, something that avoids scrutiny....He thought about it for a bit, and then peacefully went to sleep by the campfire accompanied by the chirping of the night birds and the muffled noises of some distant animals.
