Thanks to those who pointed out the Mark Morford writing, Please Never Find a Giant Squid:
The human soul craves mystery. Hell yes it does […] And what's more, if we don't get that nourishment, if we are somehow found lacking in our daily requirement of awe and wonder and oh-my-god-what-the-hell-is-that, well, we tend to flounder and scrape and moan, to start reaching for scraps, for hollow, b.s.-laden facsimiles of true cosmic mystery that tend to smell like organized religion and taste like bad drugs and feel very much like having sex with a large hunk of concrete. Which is to say, not the slightest bit juicy or divine at all.
The giant deep-sea squid is, quite simply, the perfect thing…
