<h2><SPAN name="chap60"></SPAN>Concerning Mycteroperca Bonaci</h2>
<p>There is a certain fish, the scientific name of which is Mycteroperca Bonaci,
its common name Black Grouper, which is of considerable value as an
afterthought in this connection, and which deserves to be better known. It is a
healthy creature, growing quite regularly to a weight of two hundred and fifty
pounds, and lives a comfortable, lengthy existence because of its very
remarkable ability to adapt itself to conditions. That very subtle thing which
we call the creative power, and which we endow with the spirit of the
beatitudes, is supposed to build this mortal life in such fashion that only
honesty and virtue shall prevail. Witness, then, the significant manner in
which it has fashioned the black grouper. One might go far afield and gather
less forceful indictments—the horrific spider spinning his trap for the
unthinking fly; the lovely Drosera (Sundew) using its crimson calyx for a
smothering-pit in which to seal and devour the victim of its beauty; the
rainbow-colored jellyfish that spreads its prismed tentacles like streamers of
great beauty, only to sting and torture all that falls within their radiant
folds. Man himself is busy digging the pit and fashioning the snare, but he
will not believe it. His feet are in the trap of circumstance; his eyes are on
an illusion.</p>
<p>Mycteroperca moving in its dark world of green waters is as fine an
illustration of the constructive genius of nature, which is not beatific, as
any which the mind of man may discover. Its great superiority lies in an almost
unbelievable power of simulation, which relates solely to the pigmentation of
its skin. In electrical mechanics we pride ourselves on our ability to make
over one brilliant scene into another in the twinkling of an eye, and flash
before the gaze of an onlooker picture after picture, which appear and
disappear as we look. The directive control of Mycteroperca over its appearance
is much more significant. You cannot look at it long without feeling that you
are witnessing something spectral and unnatural, so brilliant is its power to
deceive. From being black it can become instantly white; from being an
earth-colored brown it can fade into a delightful water-colored green. Its
markings change as the clouds of the sky. One marvels at the variety and
subtlety of its power.</p>
<p>Lying at the bottom of a bay, it can simulate the mud by which it is
surrounded. Hidden in the folds of glorious leaves, it is of the same markings.
Lurking in a flaw of light, it is like the light itself shining dimly in water.
Its power to elude or strike unseen is of the greatest.</p>
<p>What would you say was the intention of the overruling, intelligent,
constructive force which gives to Mycteroperca this ability? To fit it to be
truthful? To permit it to present an unvarying appearance which all honest
life-seeking fish may know? Or would you say that subtlety, chicanery,
trickery, were here at work? An implement of illusion one might readily suspect
it to be, a living lie, a creature whose business it is to appear what it is
not, to simulate that with which it has nothing in common, to get its living by
great subtlety, the power of its enemies to forefend against which is little.
The indictment is fair.</p>
<p>Would you say, in the face of this, that a beatific, beneficent creative,
overruling power never wills that which is either tricky or deceptive? Or would
you say that this material seeming in which we dwell is itself an illusion? If
not, whence then the Ten Commandments and the illusion of justice? Why were the
Beatitudes dreamed of and how do they avail?</p>
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