The footage and soundtrack impress upon me an indelible notion of beauty. Then the logical, over-analytical guy steps up and asks:
1. How much do those scuba divers get for cleaning the tank? Do they pay them hourly – because at approx. 10 meters depth, they shouldn’t stay under for too long.
2. Also, do they take decompression stops on their way up (and presumably out of the tank)? They are safe from sharks on the bottom, because sharks attack from below, but it takes at least one decomp. stop (for, say, 6 minutes) and that is prime time for prime rib human (rare).
3. What are they cleaning up? Whale shark poop? I can’t even see it. How many divers are mucking the aquarium? Like, 2-3?
4. Look! Aren’t those Steve Irwin Sting Rays? Wonder if the divers have barb-proof suits. Like, some kind of second chance vests so they don’t get pierced through the heart.
5. Don’t the divers look out of place? Everything else is crammed into a viewing tank and so, to stay alive (gills filter oxygen and if fish don’t move around, they suffocate and die) and desperately fight insanity due to boredom, they swim in harmonious circles of the living dead – call them “zombie fish.” The divers lolly-gag around and find curious and varietous forms of fish poop – much more engaging than swimming in circles forever.
6. Do the fish feel trapped in an artificial environment? Aren’t they providing services to a non-profit institution – for room and board? Isn’t that exactly what humans in the public sector do every day too? Ewwww. Too many similarities.
7. What do YOU see? (please add comment below). I have some very interesting friends, their views always enlighten or amuse me.