When fish look up, they see the bottoms of leaves, insects touching the river’s back, white ripples where water hits obstacles that splits its flow. 

In this underground observation area, us desert rats gawk at sharks, rays and groupers, the ” stars ” of this aquarium.They rub against a glass wall as they pass us like race cars at the Indy 500. 

I touch the wall but their water world still remains a fingertip away.

Fish move aerodynamic, wasting no energy.

Watching them cruising, I wish I had their gracefulness.

Their world has no doors, no walls, and no friction.

Fish are made for quick turns, rapid acceleration, gorgeous movement.

Men are made for plodding and, as Alex points out, plotting.

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