A Frenchman in a red knit hat came on television and told me about Blue Whales.
Is it bigger than an elephant?
It's bigger than six elephants.
Is it bigger than a brontosaurus?
It weighs twice more than the Brontosaurus.
It's bigger than three school buses. It's bigger than a jet airplane. Its food is smaller than your pinky finger. Its heart is enough for a boy like you to stand up inside. Its brain is larger and more complicated than yours.
To find each other through the broad, dark, deep ocean--they sing. They sing through their giant bellies, the bones in their nose, and the nostrils on the top of their head. Their song fills the water and travels for miles until it finds another behemoth, a deep, long, sad song of cold and food and sunlight and life and beauty.
When I was a boy, the Frenchman in the red knit hat said that the Blue Whales were dying. We were poor companions for it on this living blue ball, and they were dying. In my dreams, I could see the last few blue behemoths swmming through endlessly deep oceans, praying they would live.
They did live. Though their extinction was thought all but certain, they came back out of the pure blue depths. They are the largest animals that ever lived. We are the animals with the largest environmental impact that ever lived. Maybe we are bound together. Maybe their songs I hear in my sleep have a messge.