People often talk about the thrill of the hunt – overtaking another being and killing that being, sometimes torturing that being to prolong the thrill, before the final second of death arrives.
They don’t talk about the hunter seeking the experience of vicarious death.
They hunt. They thrill. They want to be hunted, so they hunt others.
They want to die, so they kill others.
They want to resurrect and they do. Just their prey dies.
They don’t want somebody else to do the killing for them.
They want to experience, vicariously, the death of themselves, through the death of another.
The nervous, boisterous laughter after the kill, suggests they made it to the other side of life via their victim and lived to laugh about it.
Mounting the head on the wall reminds them of that vicarious feeling of death, so it can be relived, until the memory and feeling fade, requiring them to experience it again.
How many heads on how many walls will it take before society wakes up to the mental illness of hunting?
When anybody else precalculates a murder and then commits it, they’re called mentally ill, but legally sane.
I believe that hunters are legally sane, but I also believe they suffer from a mental illness that’s a threat to other beings.
Vicarious death is the hunt.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
In Memoriam – 29 July 2015 – 4:50 PM
Cecil lives – as the most famous, world-changing lion who woke up the planet!
Thank you for your service.
HAPPY WHITE HORSE™ 