No surprises, and no effort really, in a canned hunt. The prey is tame, the game is fenced in. You know there will be a limited number of options, that you will win a prize is a foregone conclusion. Freedom, real exertion, the possibility of the unknown -- these things are excluded in a canned hunt.
I refer of course to one's own skull, and the black and white marbles rolling around in it. Binary thought. That's all I mean.
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