There once was a great big whale that lived in the sea. Everywhere he looked was filled with new adventures and wonderment.

Every night he would go back home to his mother and father, eat dinner and dream about what lay above the water.

'Above the water is where the gods roam', said his father to him on a sleepless night.

'They must not be disturbed but showered with our water as we breathe'.

One day the whale swam across the surface and noticed a tiny spot at the end of the blue. Moving figures, colors and sounds he did not notice.

When he went home that night he was told to stay away from that place. He went back the next day, of course.

As he swam, admiring the colors, he felt he must breathe, so he went up. He felt a crash on his body and saw that he had disrupted the colors and the sounds changed to higher frequencies.

He did not come home that night, but his story lives on amongst the whales. When Gary saw gods, the gods struck him down.