Henhouse

The fox in the henhouse must pause to calculate:  kill them all and eat at leisure, or eat as many as possible before the caretaker comes.  If there are less than seven, there is barely a hesitation; they are all dead before a significant cry can be raised.  If there are twelve, it may be more profitable to eat three or four while the others squawk -- otherwise the seemingly prudent killings would be cut short by the arrival of those who would object.

In a henhouse of thousands the calculus is altogether different.  The shrieks and squalls of the living are ignored by their caretakers.  A fox may feast as it pleases.  The farmer assumes that some chickens will be lost, and this is accounted for and accepted.

--Steve Kilian

Listening to Sunn O)))

The Human Fly