Banginiai

Vienas iš senų mano norų yra pamatyti gyvą banginį. Banginių, žinoma, būna visokių, ir pamatyti aš norėčiau juos visus, bet labiausiai - pačius didžiausius, mėlynuosius, nes būtent tas neįsivaizduojamas didumas, kai sunku mintyse aprėpti visą gyvūno dydį, mane labiausiai ir žavi. O po to, kai perskaičiau Douglas Adams "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul", tas noras sustiprėjo dar labiau.

Cituoju:
"He wondered for a moment what it was like to be a whale. Physically, he thought, he was probably well placed to get some good insights, though whales were better adapted for their lives of gliding about in the vast pelagic blueness than he was for his of struggling up through the Pentonville Road traffic in a weary old Jaguar - but what he was thinking of, in fact, was the whales' songs. In the past the whales had been able to sing to each other across whole oceans, even from one ocean to another because sound travels such huge distances underwater. But now, again because of the way in which sound travels, there is no part of the ocean that is not constantly jangling with the hubbub of ships' motors, through which it is now virtually impossible for the whales to hear each other's songs or messages.
So fucking what, is pretty much the way that people tend to view this problem, and understandably so, thought Dirk. After all, who wants to hear a bunch of fat fish, oh, all right, mammals, burping at each other?

But for a moment Dirk had a sense of infinite loss and sadness that somewhere among the frenzy of information noise that daily rattled the lives of men he thought he might have heard a few notes that denoted the movements of gods.

As he turned north into Islington and began the long haul up past the pizza restaurants and estate agents, he felt almost frantic at the idea of what their lives must now be like."

Jei kada yra gera proga panaudoti frazę "egzistencinis liūdesys", tai mano atveju ji tinkamiausiai apibūdina tai, ką aš jaučiu banginiams. Ir jei kada apima nepaaiškinamas ilgesys, begalinis noras kažko, aš visad prisimenu banginių dainas - ir jei galėčiau, dainuočiau su jais, ne tam, kad palengvėtų, o tam, kad liktų viltis - o gal kažkas ims, ir atsilieps?

Jei prireiktų trupučio liūdesio:

Life-size blue whale