Thursday, December 1, 2011
Swimming, maybe? Spawning? Satisfying other crude biological imperatives?
Maybe it's the simple act of being, of possessing a functioning body, of existing as an example of life, colorful, beautiful, graceful, a scintilla amid creation's great dazzle.
Or maybe you don't believe fish are the sorts of things that can experience happiness?
Well, both views are wrong. What makes fish happy—very happy—is peddling fish oil for people to take by the spoonful. It makes them (the fish, not the people) dress up in Carmen Miranda drag and give in to life's clarion call: Dance! Make merry! Shake your fins and die!