Hi @castleberry,
Here a poor translation of the whole legend as reported in the book
In the beginning the Great Spirit slept in nothing. His sleep lasted for eternity. And then suddenly, no one knows why, in the night, he had a dream. And he dreamed of the light. That was the first dream, the very first road. For a long time the light sought its fulfilment, its ecstasy. When it finally found it, it saw that it was transparency. And transparency reigned. But now, having explored all the colour games it could imagine, transparency was filled with the desire for something else. Then transparency had a dream.

She who was so light, dreamed of being heavy. Then the pebble appeared. And this was the second dream, the second road. For a long time the pebble sought its ecstasy, its fulfilment. When at last it found it, it saw that it was the crystal. And the crystal reigned. But in its turn, having explored all the luminous games of its glass needles, the crystal was filled with the desire for something else that would surpass it. In its turn it began to dream.

He who was so solemn, so straight, so hard, dreamed of tenderness, flexibility and fragility. Then the flower appeared. And this was the third dream, the third road. For a long time the flower, this sex of perfume, sought its fulfilment, its ecstasy. When at last it found it, it saw that it was the tree. And the tree ruled the world. But you know trees, you can't get more dreamy than them (don't go into a forest with a nightmare). The tree, in turn, had a dream.

He who was so anchored to the earth, dreamed of roaming freely, madly, through it. Then the earthworm appeared. And this was the fourth dream, the fourth road. For a long time, the earthworm sought his fulfilment, his ecstasy. In his quest, he took the form of a porcupine, an eagle, a puma, a rattlesnake. For a long time he groped. And then one day, in a huge splash in the middle of the ocean, a very strange being appeared, in whom all the beasts of the earth found their fulfilment. And they saw that it was the whale. For a long time this mountain of music ruled the world. And perhaps it should have stayed there, for it was very beautiful. But now... After singing for moons and moons, the whale, in turn, could not help but be filled with a mad desire.

She who had lived in the world, dreamed of breaking away from it. Then suddenly we appeared, we men. For we are the fifth dream, the fifth road, on the way to the fifth fulfilment, the fifth ecstasy.

And here I say to you: Be very careful! For you see:
In every colour, all light is buried.
In every pebble on the side of the road there is a crystal sleeping.
In the smallest blade of grass lies a baobab.
And in every earthworm, there is a whale.

As for us, we are not "the most beautiful animal", we are the dream of the animal! And this dream is still unfulfilled.
What would happen if we eliminated the last of the whales that are dreaming about us?