Do you ever find yourself in a situation where you have some strong urge or desire to act where the morality is ambiguous and no matter how much you think about it it doesn’t become clearer? Then you finally do act on it and in your conscious mind you believe your intentions are altruistic, but you’re not quite sure what’s lurking in your subconsciousness. You suspect you’re not as unexpecting as you’ve convinced yourself you are, or as empathetic. But you still do it. You take the chance that the loving intentions overwhelm the selfish enough to come through.

It a leap that’s fricken scary and exhilarating, like releasing an adolescent lion bred in captivity into the wild. It’s out of your hands, free to do its work, but it may come back and hunt you.