On 7/23/22, professor rat <[email protected]> wrote: > Miles above the surface of an alien planet, a sperm whale is called into > existence by nothing but the capriciousness of fate (well, of the author). > We get to hear the whale’s yearning, excited internal monologue for exactly > one minute and 37 seconds: It’s happy to be alive, intrigued by the wind, > delighted by its tail, and absolutely enthralled by this big flat thing, the > ground, coming at it very, very fast. “I wonder if it will be friends with > me,” the whale wonders, and then, in the most repulsive yet poignant sound > effect description ever written, we hear a “sperm whale hitting the ground > at several hundred miles per hour.”
This is a quote from Douglas Adams' books. I don't know why professor rat is posting it. Once you realise you grew up in a genocide culture, the disregard of death is the wrong joke. But there we are. Hurtling toward things. The expression could be seen as a play on the human experience of the difficulty of avoiding naivety without sufficient introduction to new things, even when they are very serious and one is an adult.
