Jungle Rules Tango

Said the Fox ...


"Hello", said the fox

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, & added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.  

"Come & play with me," proposed the little prince.

"I am so unhappy."  

"I cannot play with you,"  the fox said,"I am not tamed."  

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince. But, after some thought, he added:  

"What does that mean –'tame'?"  

"You do not live here," said the fox. 

"What is it that you are looking for?"  

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean – 'tame'?"  

"Men," said the fox.

"They have guns, & they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"  

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean – 'tame'?"  

"It is an act too often neglected, it means to establish ties,"  said the fox.

"'To establish ties'?"  asked the little prince.

"Just that. To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys," said the fox

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.  

"You must be very patient. First you will sit down at a little distance from me – like that – in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, & you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But [I will let you] sit a little closer to me, every day,"  said the fox.

 – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (1943)

Said another way, we're particular about who we'll let play in our most unusual sandbox.



To ensure we're on the same page or at least reading the same kind of books, we respectfully ask that if you're a first-time contact you solve the following straightforward-simple-&-easy gateway/firewall puzzle:

A volcano has just erupted! It's spewing toxic gases down its slopes into the valley floor ... your valley! You find yourself in the dire situation of having to escape by enclosing yourself in an air-tight cave system, meaning, strictly limited & dwindling oxygen stores. You've the choice of two chambers, a bat-cave containing 1000 x 100 g bats, known to be Ebola infected, or you can choose a bear-cave containing a 100 kg bear who might be rabid & eat you; the chambers are not connected but they do contain the same amount of air. Work out which chamber will afford you the most "metabolic runway", i.e., lowest O2 burn-rate, & maybe offer you a better odds of out-surviving your precarious predicament & metabolic-diabolic conundrum. Use the following equation to figure out this diabolical metabolic conundrum:

MR ∝ m^0.75


MR, metabolic rate or O2 burn-rate

m, metabolic mass (in kg)

0.75, size-scaling exponent

Assumptions: Make none

Hints: None, it's not rocket-science

Second chances: Rarely, nature seldom offer any.

Cheating: It speaks character-volumes, none good, & we'll know.

800-Lbs Gorilla


"There are truths which are not for all men nor for all times." – Voltaire (1764)

Some nature phenomena are sharp-edged, double-edged, meaning, they could be used for malevolent purposes; in certain circles this means something & will trigger a definite response. Hence, if you are contacting us for the first time please ensure you've at least a sufficiently back-trackable & bona-fide footprint as your ability to go further up the river & deeper in the jungle, kinda thing, will otherwise be severely impaired, & instead of finding yourself in some pretty cool jungle wonderland & sandbox with lots of interesting new friends, you may instead find yourself lost in the jungle & in quicksand. Note, though we're friendly, we can be tamed, we halo/horns-test (pH-test) all new & unfamiliar DNA, & we strongly discourage merely zoo-like curious types from contacting us as time alone forbids it.

In regards certain other types, of the kind that lurk & are infected with a particularly virulent strain of up-to-no-good malevolence, say, malignant & pathological jungle-fever, if that's you, you should be aware that we may be compelled to uncage & expedite that 800-lbs, no rules, jungle-rules gorilla down the river because although"there are no secrets about the world of nature, there are secrets about the [ill] thoughts & intentions of [some] men." – Julius R. Oppenheimer (1955)