You’re a lone wolf trotting along a trail at night when a trap snaps shut on your foot. Struggling only tightens the trap and worsens your predicament. You’re stuck, hurt and bleeding, but all is not lost. You have two choices; lay around and wait to die, or chew your foot off and keep hobbling upward. It may not be a sweet-dreamy spiritual choice, but it is a choice. You can delay choosing – meditate or pray for divine intervention or hope that some kind soul will set you free and send you on your way – but the clock is ticking and your energy is waning. The choice is simple; lay around and wait to die in ten minutes or fifty years, or start chewing.