The name of the wolf I feed is named Choice. The name of the wolf I starve is named Powerlessness. Until I learned that there was a wolf within worthwhile feeding I would remain blindly powerless and inevitably drink given the circumstances. I had to know that I was worthwhile feeding before I could make any real choice. Both theories hold a place in my view. I just had to find that I did have a choice otherwise I WAS truly powerless.