It's still a big mystery to them.

I see [film] eventually going away on series. But it's not going as quickly as I thought a year ago.

I watched the enormity of the clouds for several minutes. What I wanted to experience in the water, I realized, was how life of the reef was layered and intertwined. I now had many individual pieces at hand: named images, nouns. How were they related? What were the verbs? Which syntaxes were indigenous to the place? I asked a dozen knowledgeable people. No one was inclined to elaborate- or they didn’t know. “Did you see the octopus?” Someone shouted after the dive. Yes, I thought, but who among us knows what it was doing? What else was THERE, just then? WHY?

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness

This has been a mystery for a thousand years. Nobody knew what they looked like in the wild. We only saw them dead. These images will open the door to more detailed study of their life.

This has been a mystery for a thousand years,