Every year millions of Mobula rays converge in the Gulf of California to carry out the oldest known ritual of all; mating. One by one they follow each other, slowly creating a massive vortex. Every so often, the rays will breach the surface of the water; perhaps as an escape from the chaotic torrent or as a mating display, we still do not know. So much of this ritual remains a mystery to us, yet the beauty of the congregation is undeniable. There is not much we as bystanders can do other than drift on the outside of the swirling dance and watch in disbelief as the next generation of mobulas are conceived.