Two young salmon are swimming along one day. As they do, they are passed by a wiser, older fish coming the other way. The wiser fish greets the two as he passes, saying, "morning boys, how's the water?" the other two continue to swim in silence for a little while, until the first one turns to the other and asks, "what the hell is water?"
Wisdom is like a bottomless pond. You throw stones in and they sink into darkness and dissolve. Her eyes looking back do not reflect anything. I think this to myself even though i love my daughter. She and i have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, i have watched her as though from another shore.
What a dissimilarity we see in walking, swimming, and flying. and yet it is one and the same motion: it is just that the load- bearing capacity of the earth differs from that of the water, and that that of the water differs from that of the air! thus we should also learn to fly as thinkers--and not imagine that we are thereby becoming idle dreamers!
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says 'morning, boys. How's the water?' and the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes 'what the hell is water?'
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. but i push my way through the crowd to confirm what i knew at first sight. as surely as the embroidery stitches in annie's gown were done by cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by peeta's.
On one planet [earth], and possibly only one planet in the entire universe, molecules that would normally make nothing more complicated than a chunk of rock, gather themselves together into chunks of rock-sized matter of such staggering complexity that they are capable of running, jumping, swimming, flying, seeing, hearing, capturing and eating other such animated chunks of complexity; capable in some cases of thinking and feeling, and falling in love with yet other chunks of complex matter.