One of the comments on yesterday’s post led to thinking along this line. How is love like a predator?
1. Love chases quarry in relentless pursuit. The object of affection submits when it recognizes futility. On occasion, prey escapes.
2. At least in early phase, Love consumes. And just as with any other diet, variety is a good thing. The same meal, prepared in different ways. No I’m not advocating what you think.
3. Love never is passive. Either it is active or it is not. Even love from afar is active at least in the mind of the lover.
4. Even in the mythological imagery, Cupid walks around with a quiver full of arrows. He is ‘predator’, stalking unwitting ‘prey’ and he shoots them with his arrow.
Okay, so I couldn’t come up with number 5. But now maybe you can understand how I can draw the parallel of love to predator