They slither by your side.

The mind of human beings is such that it will always develop endlessly. The inert drive to grow and further as a species always dominates every other subconscious trait. As a result we have personality ticks, language slangs and even differing tastes. Everything jots down to the ancient ways of the simpler organisms - survival.

It's a very primitive way of looking at things, but true indeed. It depreciates the value of every single thing man has accomplished till date including your proudest feat. It makes us cringe and uncomfortable, a formidable idea, but it is the most scientific explanation to the purpose of life.

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Somehow, within this primitive and simple race, we have also created a secondary, tertiary and more challenges to which we have engineered solutions for and climbed up the ladder of the jungle ranks. We indeed are super organisms and the smartest of them all. But we still are animals.

Just like a zone-tailed hawk mimics turkey vultures to catch prey, we too have found ways of deception through mimicry to serve our sinister blueprints to win the race. In many ways we haven't evolved much - we are no better than the zone-tailed hawk mimicing another weaker animal.

A prime example would be how we have bended language in a bizarre way to express a certain trait and compare it to an animal. Inn all fairness the description is well earned.
What else would you call a two faced person who would smile and caress your arms as they plot to defame you when you blink. What else would you call someone who would lay next to you on your sickest days but would plunge to stab you as soon as you turned. Ah yes, very fitting name we have for that person, uncanny rather.

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I have seen many try to pet a venomous wild snake, and till date selective breeding hasn't tamed the wildest. They may look warm and kind, but a snake keeper is always in the highest asked. They smile, slithe, hug you, protect you and even measure you - only to make sure you are a size that they could fit within themselves. Once they have your trust and the wind blows hot, you are food and realise it was stupid to fall for a beady eyed partner.

Really interesting, how we found a trait to mimic for survival, and also a fitting name to coin the trait with help of language. For us it's part of survival, recognising a threat or being a threat. And the for the real snakes, not very different either, it's survival for them too.

Hisssss