How one life changed many other.
It happens the same with the poor jellyfish, which is to ward off the beach while the storm. It could be heavy and off at will, but, you are prohibited from the abyss to the surface only lives, in broad daylight, surrounded by dangers. See, hear and touch is very delicate, too sensitive for his own misfortune. No guide is given for itself: its most subtle bodies the hácenla easily overloaded and lose your balance.
So we are tempted to believe he regrets a free trial so dangerous and he misses the lower state, the security of the common life. The polypary produced the jellyfish, and this makes the polypary back to the association. But this is so cumbersome vegetative life, that to the next generation to become emancipated and released again by chance your useless navigation. Strange choice, which floats forever. Movable dreams of rest; inert bend over backwards to move.
These metamorphoses as original, which subsequently raised and lowered to be indecisive, making switching between two very different lives, is in all likelihood, condition of the lower species of jellyfish that have yet to enter the race emancipation irrevocable . With respect to the others, it would be easy to believe that their internal developments make delicious varieties of life, stages of development, gaming, the thanks and smiles of the new freedom. This admirable artist, on the simple matter that floats disk or umbrella, which dim chandelier that shines in the rays of the sun, has formed a nice infinite creation of variants, a flood of small wonders.
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