Spreadsheet logic holds no sway in this violent equation.
The numbers in this game are not captured. Score is never kept. Plans footing to exotic formulas derived from evidence-based decisions miss the point entirely in this pointless exercise.
Death is the only formula; resulting from vicious input. Fists and grappling fingers and explosive knees and slicing elbows and ramming skulls are integers. Life, or what is left, is the remainder.
No governing principles in this mathematics structure. The balance sheet will never balance. Death is never equal to the life lived after taking another’s.
Pointless, meaningless, endless. Civilization and culture and rules and laws are distant, seemingly infinitely distant qualities.
Walking, limping, hobbling away from the vanquished is no reward. But still…
A nod of a bloody brow to the newly departed is acknowledgement of this ultimate reward. The pain ends just as the day leaves behind night and dark and end.
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