John: Hey gold whale, whatchya doing down there?
Gold Whale: I'm made of heavy metal. I'm doomed to lay on the bottom of the sea.
John: Won't you die?
Gold Whale: Won't you?
John: Well, a long time from now. You're going to drown any second.
Gold Whale: And if you met a whale who could live to a million your life would be less meaningful?
John: It might.
Gold whale: Nonsense. As Rilke said, "even if only once: having been of the earth seems--