A revision

I imagine that I am the walrus, about to be eaten by a harmless manatee in the Gulf of Mexico. I am in the last moments of my life; I am searching desperately for answers.I will find only this: my own sense of comfort came from my frantic uncertainty; my only source of perfection came from a compromising lack thereof. I am the walrus. Goo goo gajoob. I was spared. (This replaces the part where i said i was an otter. I also took out the preaching.)