Philosophy with a Hermit Crab

Despite his name, Ewan the hermit crab was usually a cheerful sort. He lived close enough to other crabs so that a chat over coffee was not an irregular occurrence, but far enough away to avoid urban claustrophobia. I would sometimes meet him on the beach for a light dinner. He would munch on his tiny seaweed morsel, and I would eat on my salad until my mouth was tired of chewing.

After one such dinner, we sat watching the tide come in. There was never much talking between the two of us, but we enjoyed a comradely time of thinking. I began skipping rocks, but somehow was irritated as the rocks skimmed the water leaving small splashes and ripples of disturbance. These ripples were disturbing the calm glassy water, it was true, but doing it in such a way as to create intricate and symmetrical designs that could seemingly go on forever. I threw in a fat round rock, obviously not the skipping kind, but it made the most satisfactory plunk; causing a commotion in the water that was felt all the way to the sandy bottom. The splash was big and irregular and even came with the sound of “kerplunk” that had no illusions of elegance and was gone in a matter of seconds.

On this particular night, my mind was restless. I was tired of thinking and not coming up with answers, or even worse, just finding new questions. I looked at Ewan who was sitting next to the driftwood, calmly collecting rocks. I knew he had answers, and so I risked a question. “What do you think about life in general?” I asked knowing that this was no skipping stone, but that Ewan was wise enough to get a few hops out of it if he wanted.

“Well, some parts of life are good,” he slowly replied, “and other parts of life are bad.” It was like he deliberately threw a big fat boulder into my mind. The “kerplunk” effectively stopped all further line of questioning. All the subjects he could have touched on with such a wide open question were swallowed up in the splash. We packed up to go and had a lively debate on the merits of claws verses fingers. The questions of life will come up in my mind again, but sometimes it is a relief to enjoy the sand, sun, water and other aspects of life without a full dissection. Incidentally, Ewan is a little sad that he cannot eat olives off the end of his claws as we can with our fingers.