Mike the mallard bobbed on the surface of the pond, the early November wind whipping through his feathers. Driven by an empty gizzard, Mike plunged toward the silted bottom. Halfway down he encountered a rather large bass which caused him to backpedal a bit then come to a full upright position under water. The bass, equally startled, came to a dead stop. The two stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before Mike broke the silence with a little small talk.
“Boy, this water sure is cold today.” He observed.
To which the bass replied, “What water?”
I can feel the air in my face and over my full body. I can perceive the air as it affects things around it and as light flows through it. I can smell the air, notice when it is missing or when it is in abundance.
The fish senses water in all the same ways as I sense air and water.
Yes, but most of the time, you’re not cognizant of the air around you just as with the fish. The story is a metaphor for the way we discount the impact of our culture on our thinking and values.
Great comment spiritualsavant – food for thought!