On Chosing Your Battles
I dunno. I thought there was a certain metaphorical and moral application to the sequence of photographs of two bucks who both thought at one point that victory was a possibility. Both lost. One is dead. And one–that still lived after some human intervention–got very lucky .
After some hours and with the help of a hack saw, the viable buck was released from the horns of a dilemma. Man, I know the feeling.
You got a tiger by the tail you can’t let go of? Chose your battles, eh?