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    23/04/2008 04:41 PM - (SA)
    Backchat with Nina - 15 April08


    Through the research and information gathered over the years by biologists, scientists, researchers and adventurers, we have come to understand the ins and outs of animal behaviour.

    While much is still as yet unexplained, it is human behaviour that I find the most baffling.

    We know that when a mother lion takes on an animal twice her size, or a mother penguin braves the icy waters to fish, they act through pure instinct.

    To ensure that they and their families survive the harsh realities of an often-unforgiving terrain, they must endure each challenge put before them and act quickly to survive.

    We know that when animals fight it is usually to protect their herd or themselves from being killed: a case of us or them, where only the fittest survive.

    In the human world we tend to follow two kinds of path ? two completely different paths that totally contradict one another.

    In the one sense we look out for ourselves and our loved ones. We take precautions as well as taking risks. We do what we have to do to survive: much like in the animal kingdom. We use our own initiative and act on instinct to determine our safety, health and happiness.

    On the other side, we humans begin to resemble livestock. Sheep, cattle, you take your pick.

    Especially in times of crisis, something happens to us; something strange. We throw away our better judgement, ignore our gut feelings and slowly form a single-file line behind the rest of the herd.

    I witnessed a small example of this at a concert a few months back.

    A huge crowd had gathered at one of the exits. The exit was a narrow gap onto a little foot bridge.

    People were slowly trying to make their way through. But as the crowd grew they started to push. The people in front had nowhere to go and began to panic.

    If everyone had used their heads and allowed for room to breathe, the flow of people across the little bridge would have been swift. Instead, pushing and shoving started coming from all directions. Eventually the people in front were falling over and getting crushed.

    My friend turned to me and let out a blea?ting, "Baaa!"

    We all laughed loudly because it was so apt. The whole thing really did resemble those images we have seen of sheep packed in, climbing all over each other as they wait for the farmer to sheer their winter coats.

    This behaviour is also, quite sadly, apparent in the way humans are willing to follow each other blindly, without questioning motives or considering consequences.

    With the situation in Zimbabwe, one tends to look at the man at the helm ? Robert Mugabe. But face it, he is just one man. Without a group of willing "sheep" following him he would just be a ranting, crazy old fool.

    Same goes for Hitler and Saddam and all those other leaders in genocide. They were certainly clever, and no doubt they were the masterminds behind the chaos and pain, but without the masses carrying out their dirty work they would have been nothing.

    And I am not talking about those who are tortured and intimidated into voting or following, because in those instances it really is a case of survival.

    I am talking about the mindless masses who follow with a smile and a gun.

    We need to stop acting like livestock and start listening to what our instincts tell us. Stop following blindly and stand up for what we all know, deep down inside, is right! Otherwise, we sheep will continue to live in a world were innocent victims are led "like lambs to the slaughter," all for the cause of one bad wolf!




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