I know most if not all of you are aware of the three blessings, a prayer said by Jews in the morning. The prayer goes
“Blessed are you, Hashem, King of the Universe, for not having made me a Gentile.”
“Blessed are you, Hashem, King of the Universe, for not having made me a slave.”
Blessed are you, Hashem, King of the Universe, for not having made me a woman.”
This is not our interest today. We are interested in a more interesting one found in The Territorial Imperative by R. Ardrey. He writes
The daytime hippo is another thing. His flesh, I must admit, is not too bad to eat; but beyond that I can think of no virtue in all his vast carcass. He is ugly; his eyes are ugly; his mouth can exist for no purpose other than to provide the nightmares of children with appropriate furniture; his body resembles a gigantic bathtub. He is the idealised synthesis of all things ugly, and perhaps the perfection of that synthesis viewed through a hippo’s goggling eyes, is hippo beauty. But I am not a hippo and I see nothing through his eyes. Neither can I engage myself with his ways or identify myself with his purposes. He is the most graceless of beings, the most fathomless of idiot souls, a kind of prince among morons. I praised evolution for making me a man and not a Ugandan kob, but the most moving of my thanksgivings must be reserved for that genetic fortune which did not make me a crocodile who must lie on some sunny sandbank somewhere, day after day, month after month, looking at hippos.