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I spent the last half-hour watching videos of sea creatures. I got started on an article about killer whales, how they hunt white sharks while eating only their livers, squeezing the organ out of the body through a small gash. It made me think: oh, animals can know God too.
My favorite fact was: ‘Ghost Pipefish stick in pairs.’ They’re relatives of seahorses, so imagine a seahorse stretched out and turned upside down. They float beside anemones or detritus. Their bodies are camouflaged with fronds. Poor swimmers, they stick to their cubbies, waiting for food to come along. But no matter how many times the divers filmed them, or rooted around for another specimen, there were always two of them, together, paired, inseparable.
What a simple strange life to be a pipefish. I wonder what show they’re putting on for the camera crews, and what life is like for them behind the ocean’s closed doors.
Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller
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Farther out beyond the reef, where the coral gives way to the true deep, at a certain time of day a tribe of flat silver fish gather in their thousands. To be there is to be surrounded by living shards of light. At a secret signal, all is chaos, a thousand mirrors shattering about him. Then the school speeds to sea and the boy is left in sedate water, a tug and pull of the body as comfortable as sitting in his father’s outspread sarong being sung to sleep.Naoymi Munaweera, Island of a Thousand Mirrors