i recently learned about a prehistoric fish called a dunkleosteus. i was awed by it because it was so primitive, so perfectly designed for a single purpose — killing and eating — that it didn’t even have a bunch of pesky little teeth. instead, it had massive, sharp, bony jaws that did the trick. its entire face was basically a a battering ram of razor armour.
this fish surely had a tiny brain and a big stomach. i bet all it ever wanted to do, all it had the capacity to want to do, was eat, fuck, and sleep. and it probably didn’t even enjoy any of those things either. it probably performed that stuff with a cold indifference until it simply no longer could, at which point it died. and none of the other bone fish would give a toss as they swam by their dying brother or sister. they’d just keep eating, fucking, and sleeping.
i admire that kind of single-mindedness. i just wrote a post that i really like (this previous one) but as much as i like it, i can’t help but feel like humans are pathetic in how wrapped up we get in our own heads. we spend so much time wondering why we’re questioning the things we think about. it’s so sickeningly self-indulgent, and inextricably linked to a life of ease and luxury. we spend too much time staring in the mirror at ourselves and not enough time eating, fucking, and sleeping. we have lost touch with our bone fish ancestors.
what would the bone fish think if they knew?
they wouldn’t think anything. they’d just eat us and keep going. that’s the beauty of the bone fish.
another good one. i’m on a roll.