It's easier for some kind of fish to find food than others. Easier for some people to breathe, than others. Millions of "watchers" in the sea, but ony a handful of see-ers to go around. A single fish, swimming by itself, never looks over its dorsal fin. A single fish, looking for a mate, is netted. Like a patch of warm water in the sea bottom, magically self-contained in the palm of your hand. Where dimension loses meaning. And even the whale shark, the biggest fish of all, has to breathe sometime. It's gills pulsing, attracting his prey. And a single fish swims by, like a giant, omnipotent in its smallness.
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