I am spending a few weeks on a friend's farm in the harsh and unforgiving, but breathtakingly beautiful Karoo. It has been a very dry three years for them, but still just as beautiful as I stand here overlooking the unspoilt vastness of the farm with not a soul in sight for miles and miles. Peaceful.
Bottom line is, after four days with little sleep and no food, they saw a deer and finally decided to try and hunt it down out of desperation for food. They tracked it down for an entire day, and eventually managed to kill it. When they got to the deer, they spontaneously started crying. Exhausted, hungry, but with a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and something magical happened right there. Their reactions were priceless.
They had so much new found respect for the gracious animal they just killed, and finally saw the circle of life play out right in front of them. Suddenly the lights went on! Their lives made sense and they understood their role in the greater scheme of things, as was evident from their conversations around the fire that night while they all devoured the deer.