I went to the aquarium yesterday because my niece is in town. I am not huge on aquariums. I know that is a terrible thing to say because nobody likes an aquarium hater.
After all, the fish are obviously well cared for in their huge, gleaming, impressively realistic tank homes. I guess it’s just a bit hard to believe that they are actually buying that whole set up.
Or maybe it’s the funky lighting. Regardless, it never takes long before my lower back starts to ache, I am famished, parched, I have to go to the bathroom, my feet hurt and I am wondering why our tickets should have to cost more than the average health insurance co-pay.
But then I get to the jellyfish tank. And here, at the jellyfish tank, I am mesmerized. I am literally glued to the glass. I don’t ever want to leave this place.
All those bobbing, dangling blobs seem almost cultish. And I’m pretty sure they are beckoning to me. I don’t just watch the jellyfish at the aquarium. I actually feel that I am a jellyfish at the aquarium. Jeez, are they brainwashing me? Am I actually turning into a jellyfish?
I mean, if left for two minutes in their silent but echoing company I become a weightless, worryless, goalless, harmless, timeless coagulation of flotsam and jetsam (or whatever) effortlessly drifting and dipping though the portals of time and space. I can actually feel my blood pressure dropping. In fact, I don’t think I have any blood pressure at the jellyfish tank.
This morning I googled “jellyfish” in anticipation of writing a little ditty on what I used to think of as a weird, aquatic anomaly of mine… only to discover this breaking news: I am a jelly fish. Which kind of explains everything.
Or at least I was. In fact, scientists are now placing bets that all life descended from the jelly fish. Albeit we’ve advanced a bit. Jellyfish still don’t don’t have brains, lungs, hearts or plenty of other things that tend to cause humans a fair amount of angst. But boy do those guys know how to relax.
So before you head out for the aquarium take your over-evolved brain along to National Geographic and read the whole facsinating story: “Was Your Ancestor a Ball of Jelly? Evolution Study Surprises Experts”.
What, Darwin was wrong, we didn’t descend from monkeys? I hate to think what Fundamentalists are going to do with this new twist. Or slide.
On a related note, are you familiar with anemone? We find a few in the lowest part of the intertidal zone when tide pooling, and I’m mesmerized. What initially seems ugly is actually quite fragile and beautiful, swaying in the sunlight and current.
Glad you enjoyed your trip to the aquarium. Not everybody goes gonzo over the sharks, after all.
Yes, those fundamentalists had better be sitting down when they get wind of this one! The anemones in your tidal pools sound lovely. And they are so closely related to the jellyfish – which really isn’t a fish at all. Much closer to an anemone! That swaying to and fro is mesmerizing… a bit like tiny little hula dancers.