The octopus has three hearts. One only lives six months; after sex, it involuntarily self-destructs. It is so adept at learning tricks, running mazes and solving problems that scientists list it as exempt from experiments that cause pain. They call it an honorary vertebrate. The octopus changes color to match the reef and stones it passes. The mimic octopus imitates the poisonous lionfish and sea snake. It can slip down a one=inch hole. The creature not only takes on the color of the rock, but the bits of algae clinging to it—and it transforms its skin into the texture of the object around it. The Riddler of the ocean. The octopus is like one’s dream life, where things change quickly, and are not always what they seem. Falling asleep, one dives into a lake where time pools. One finds oneself back in torn-down homes, old schools, and one can’t seem to graduate. One scientist said that we think the world is made of solid objects, but there are none—there isn’t even something remotely resembling solid in this world. Every night in my dreams, I wander so far off that I have no idea how to get back to reality. But there is no going back in time.