We’re all Animals

Something struck me this past Thanksgiving. We celebrate the plight of some people who just wanted away from the crazy serial-groom King Henry VIII. The pilgrims were so fed up with their king and his church that they got onto a boat and risked never seeing loved ones again just to assure themselves that they would one day be at peace. Can you imagine how insane someone must be that people feel like they must flee the country? But I digress. See, I wasn't thinking about the dark history of Thanksgiving so much as the biology of us as animals. We are so organized as predators.