Black bears, though, are not fearsome. I encountered one on the road to my house in Vermont, alone at night. I picked up two stones just in case, but I wasn't afraid of him. I felt a hunter's exhilaration and a brotherly feeling. ↗
I heard a sermon admonishing people to practice more brotherly love, so I did. I'm still in jail. If I could only give young siblings today one piece of advice, it would be: ‘Don’t turn loyalty into a culturally universal taboo. Just give lip service. ↗