Eat or Be Eaten

Last night, Hubby and I watched a fascinating show on Animal Planet. It was called "Blue World" (I think, but don't quote me) and involved some men in a diving bell photographing life in the deep, deep, really deep ocean. That "life" was very strange-looking and very scary. BIG TEETH being a common feature. I'm talking about teeth SO BIG that the ugly critters couldn't even close their mouths. But boy-oh-boy could they catch unwary passers-by! SNAP! All gone. Since there is no light at all down there, some of the creatures had developed various forms of phosphorescent emanations to attract prey. There were exactly two occupations down there. The primary one was eating and the secondary one was reproducing. Well, I should probably say there were three occupations, if you count "trying not to be eaten" as one of them.

So, that got me to thinking about life on dry land, and wondering if there is really any difference between us humans and those primitive marine animals. Okay, I know you're waiting anxiously for my conclusion, so I'll tell you right now: The answer is NO! Think about it. We want to eat and we want to fuck. Everything we do boils down to that. We fight over territory so we can have more to eat and to eat fancier than the next guy and to have more people to fuck. We adorn ourselves and perform in various ways (think show business and sports) so we can get more people to fuck us or want to fuck us. We work to accumulate wealth and power so we can eat better and fuck more than the other guy. We try to live longer so we can eat more and fuck more. What have I left out? Oh, yeah, the part about trying not to be eaten, but that's basically so we can live longer so we can eat more and fuck more.

Hmmmm....I have just thought of one really big difference, at least in Western so-called civilization, and it is the paradoxical fact that the more we eat, the fatter we get, and consequently the less people want to fuck us!

I just may have to do a little more research on this subject.