An old story for our time: a Native American youth was just entering into puberty, and, being male and experiencing the rush of testosterone, the weirdest drug of all, he went to his grandfather and explained that there were two wolves fighting within him. One was vicious, cruel, manipulative, without a sense of right or wrong, and was a liar and a coward when confronted. The other considered others, tried to make peace and avoid conflict and would only fight when cornered. The grandson complained that they were at war constantly. “Who do you think will win grandpa?” The old man patted his head and replied: “It will be the one that you feed.”