What I saw made sense. I’m an evolutionary biologist. A Coelacanth was a great spirit animal.
They’re huge and a bit scary, but beautiful. I was so entranced I didn’t catch what my guide said.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“No worries.” It swam lower. The water must have warmed up.
“So…”
“Oh yeah,” the fish said indolently. “Remember to be chill and taste bad. You’ll live forever that way.”
That seemed like a reasonable strategy. The vision faded.
“Wait! How do I learn to taste bad?”
I’d liked hippies before they drugged me for a spirit quest.
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