I love lions dearly, certainly the real Lion from the tribe of Judah, but also the metaphorical ones written into literature, Aslan of Narnia, and the cowardly lion in the wizard of Oz, the lion who didn’t know he was a lion and went seeking his “lost” courage from a wizard.
Lions are known as the king of the jungle, the king of the beasts, perceived as a symbol of power, of courage. They have spectacular teeth and a mighty roar. In literal truth, I am uncertain what “lion reality” actually looks like. These are all human perceptions we have subjectively projected onto lions, caricatures and characters we have created, based loosely on observing the king of the jungle.
I know someone who rather disapproves of lions, considering them a bad example, politically incorrect, because male lions sleep most of the day, while the females do all the hunting. We…
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