Seals and Evolution

A circus seal about to die offered up a last frustrated “Why in evolution’s mindless zeal did it make me a seal?” Or why, if anyone knows, was my potential limited to balancing a ball on my nose when greater feats seals also do? Exhaling a final breath our poor seal expired into death with no hope of afterbliss much less the opposite of this, though, if a reward were pending, it wanted to be with those seals rewarded with life unending without need of ball or nose, much less the impertinence of a clapping audience addicted to pathetic animal theatrics.