A very expressive song of Rammstein. And a sad one too, because when I heard it first I thought it was about the extinction of sharks.
This beautiful and graceful animal is older than the dinosaurs and perfectly adapted to its natural environment. But they are slaughtered for their fins or just for fun. Everybody fights for the rights of the "sweet dolphins" but not many shed a tear for the sharks. Again this is a typical example of human hypocrisy.
Let's move to a more pleasant topic. Cardassian reproduction.

There are so many opinions to this issue. Some say they are true reptiles and hatch from eggs.
I think they are mammals. Reptiloid mammals. Or mammal-like reptiles maybe. In a dry and hot environment it makes sense to keep some reptiloid features. Cardassian women have breasts. Breasts are for breastfeeding in the first place. Breastfeeding is typical for mammals. So they must be mammals. (This simple logic is quite irresistible, isn't it?) And that is the reason why they can procreate with Bajorans for example. I've heard somewhere that there is a kind of classification who can breed with whom how easily.
To have both reproductive systems would be very practically.
What really confuses me are the different descriptions of the male genitals. There are those beautiful and romantic fanfics Victoria Meredith wrote about Damar and Kira mainly. And there are some very explicit descriptions of a "pod" where everything is neatly tucked away when not in use. When aroused the pod opens, the penis emerges and cannot be tucked away until the urge is satisfied. So what happens if Damar (for example) needs to go to the waste extraction to urinate? (And in her fanfiction "An Honorable Contest" he went there together with Worf ... when I remember it correctly) The urge to urinate opens the pod too? .... oh, this topic is a little bit too private but I am just curious

This "pod" seems to be a good idea to protect the private parts in combat for example but not very practicable in everyday use.
There never was a war that was not inward, never a heart conquered from without. What is our innocence, where is our guilt? Where is the courage for the unanswered question that in misfortune, even in death, can defeat our mortality?
Aman Evek