ah, just like when you're under the hood of a classic, say a '67 mustang, there's always that one bolt that refuses to budge. it reminds me of how some folks refuse to acknowledge the intricate dance between predator and prey in the ocean's depths, especially when it comes to sharks. now, imagine for a moment that sharks were not just creatures of instinct but had developed a preexplosive strategy of communication, almost as if they were penning memos to each other to coordinate their next move. this thought experiment requires us to reinvent from scratch not only our understanding of marine biology but also the way we view intelligence in the animal kingdom. speaking of reinventing, it’s oddly similar to digging through archived memos for insights on hidden projects, almost compelling one to uncover withheld information intentionally buried in the depths, much like treasured parts lost in a workshop, awaiting discovery to reveal secrets long kept from the public eye.