Penguins have such a sad life,
I don't understand it. Just watched
@CNNFilms presents March of the Penguins
and just don't understand the point
of their existence.
Yes! They are undoubtably beautiful creatures! Incredibly graceful, and equally silly and adorable - and in my favorite colors: stark black and white with accents of color. Gorgeous and beautiful.
It seems as if they live their lives walking 70 miles to and from the ocean as a routine plan for survival. It 's f-ing crazy! Why not collectively move a little closer? Why not find (or make) a cave to hang out in - knowing that the harsh winter storms will inevitably come. Why aren't they adapting and evolving in a way that makes them suffer less. Why aren't they learning?
Nature is supposed to make sense. Do they exist as food for the vultures? the bullhead seals?
What is the grand plan of creating an animal that produces an egg that can't survive without being constantly warmed by the mother (then the father, after a ridiculous transfer from one to the other before the mother risks all of their lives with her 70 mile trek back to the ocean for food)?
Why such short wings?
The only happiness they ever experience is way too brief for all this suffering. Sweet and happy they do seem in the nurturing and raising of their baby penguin. It's too cute to imagine. Yet, even this over the top happiness does not make up for their life as a whole. It still seems to be futile and meaningless.
Someone knows a happier ending to the story out there. Please tell me!
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