Whales

Most of us will likely never see a whale in vivo, and for many that is a more comforting thought than a disheartening one. Were it not for our good friends who are the cameramen of National Geographic, many of us would never see a whale, except by serendipity of a child’s imagination and less-than-skillful drawing of what they had otherwise imagined as a great sea monster. Whales are excellent mockers. They don’t mean to be; they just are. Whales mock mythological creatures. The narwhal, of necessity, is the envy and scoffer of every horse that every dreamed of being a unicorn (and every self-proclaimed skeptic that has said unicorns cannot and do not exist – they may not exist in the equine genus, but the definitely do in the monodon, or whale, genus). Whales mock macro-evolution - or macro-evolutionists. The bones of a so-called ‘ambulocetus’ are a far cry from being an adequate proof of a transitional form of some ancient wolf-like creature that crawled back into the ocean to ultimately evolve into a whale (not to mention that zero fossils count as evidence for evolution, since no one can prove a pile of bones in the dirt had any kids!). Lastly, whales mock absolute autonomy; that is to say, not often, but sometimes, those who try to assert their independence from divine decrees get swallowed by whales (or was it a big fish?).