When I am 85 ( or whatever the life history expectancy is by the time I ’m old enough to concern about it ) and lie on my deathbed with my past flashing before my eyes , one of the highlight I will sure enough see will be the night I went swimming in the stars . Not under them , inthem . I was still in college , camped out with friend in a rickety rented beach house in the Outer Banks , on the coast of North Carolina . After a barbecue one Nox , someone got the idea to pass fully clothed into the ocean " “ alright , it might have been me " “ fine , itwasme " “ and the 12 of us all eventually jumped in . Until we were all flailing about in the warm waves , none of us noticed we had company . Then I lifted my arm out of the water and saw that everything " “ my arm , the water , our clothes , our skin " “ was sparkling , a mirror of the Brobdingnagian clear sky above . We had start right into a crowd of bioluminescent plankton , and though we were just a bunch of boisterous , slightly drunken Thomas Kyd , we all suddenly fall dumb in awe of the universe .
90 pct of deep - sea shipboard soldier lifeforms produce some kind ofbioluminescence , but humans rarely get to experience it in such a fantastic fashion . That is why I am fiercely covetous of the mass of Toyama Bay on the west coast of Japan . Not only are they adorn with mirages on a veritable basis thanks to fortuity of temperature " “ the ocean , make full with Charles Percy Snow , is so much colder than the warm zephyr above it that people see forests of shimmer silver " trees" on the horizon " “ from now until June they can take sightseeing boat into the true laurel tosee the far-famed cobalt - blue bioluminescent Firefly Squidrising to the water ’s airfoil . I do n’t believe in God , but if I want to argue for his creation , I ’d hold up these exquisite glowing puppet as Exhibit A.
