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thirstylittleotterboi ยท 6 months
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Whale Blog
What follows will likely amount to an odd rant about whales. May it please your fancy and titillate you lingual proclivities.
I write a lot about whales. This is a sentence I've written multiple times. I am obsessed with them, though my interaction with actual whales has been limited. The few times I have seen a whale has been steeped in the Georgia Aquarium's brand of coca-cola branded ambivalence. Though whales remind me of immaculate immensity and unmeasured surveillance of vast stretches of ocean, I have only seen them swim in pools smaller than the back yard lakes I frequent.
For remainder of this rant, I chose to ignore this somber fact. The typical whale, the whale I typically imagine, lives not in a reinforced pool, but in a vast fluid conduit contained only by physical necessity. The whale herself represents the dominance held by the fluid in this physical relationship; the whale, like water poured into sandbox, goes as she sees fit, displacing where essential, turning when advantageous, met only by limitations that govern us all.
As I've written before, my feelings for whales have much less to do with the animal herself as they do the genre of objects I personally relate to whales. This, of course, includes the water.
On the surface of the word, water conjures image of a cup. Water, as it belongs in common vernacular, most nearly means satiating, boring, and necessary beverage. A medicine to remedy over intensity of solute. Sinking beneath the surface of the word, and we're led to more serene river bed. Within the word water lies both great mysticism and scientific importance. These once unified fields of language both know the reverent position of water to be common fact. Those learned of us will say we all came from water, we are all made of water, that all debts we owe shall be paid to water. Our cleverest guesses at our origin places water near the epicenter of our genesis.
So too is water centered in a more poetic, mystic realm. To say we are all of water is more than literal, it carries feelings with it beyond its rational evocation. Any literature minded individual could attest that the mention of water is inherently spiritual. Her cleansing, her uniting, her child splash-fighting, water is with us always.
And of course, water is where the whales live.
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