There is an ancient folktale about a tiger that is brought up with a herd of goats. From the day his eyes opened all he saw was a goat's life, so it became his style of life, too. The tiger munched grass with the rest, butted heads with the younger goats for recreation, and learned to bleat in an odd sort of way a sound that resembled, or so he thought, a goat's voice. Once in a while there was a nagging voice inside him that said, " You don't belong to this life!" But always, he put it aside as fantasy, some disturbing intrusion from the world of dreams. If his present life didn't satisfy him, he just marked it off as the discontent that always hovers around the edges of any lifestyle. So, he, a tiger, stayed with the goat's way of life because he believed that was the way life had to be.…