Life is so immeasurably important and so measurably short.
I have trudged through the soils of the earth seeking truths from molecules, and have gotten dirty in the process. Overwhelmed by my options, I want to arrive at a point of less divergences. There are many ways to skin a cat, but if you fight over how to get the job done like the trolls in the Hobbit, you'll invariably lose the ability to skin the cat.
So I take my blade and raise it to the sky and say that this is the way to end the battles, and hope that I get a chance to make a meal that provides sustenance to body and mind.
But will this hunt murder my conscience?
All signs say no, but voices around me murmur a hushed yes, don't do it.
I must shun the advice of others when the message of my heart says this is the right way. Dial a cliche.