In the gentle light of the evening, there is time to pause, and sometimes to think.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Hot Water Bottle Fish

I wonder what this fish is... we saw it at a Sea Life Centre, and most of the staff didn't seem to know what it is either. Apologies for poor photo, but the fish get upset if you use flash. I called it a hot water bottle fish, because that's what it looks like to me :) but it's very much alive, very active. About 8-10 inches long, and not as red as it looks here. Something about fish - they have a much LARGER world than we do, because they move in THREE dimensions while we mostly move in two - left, right, forward, back and UP and DOWN. We can only move in three dimensions by building structures like staircases or even planes, by climbing trees or digging holes. Maybe fish in tanks have a completely different perception of space from ours and don't feel cramped in there, as distinct from living in rivers or the sea? How would it be, if we COULD move freely in the third direction? We would be able to fly - a dream of many, through the ages. No contraptions, no gadgets, no strap-on feathers like Icarus. Just "Up!" and fall into that deep sky... Years ago, I often dreamed I was flying. I would find myself perched high on the top of some ruined building, looking down and around - or walking on massively, impossibly long stilts, maybe 50 or 100 metres long - across the landscape until I realised I didn't need the support of the building or the stilts and just WENT... diving across the landscape, soaring and gliding. Happy dreams. Gravity still existed, but I had found a way around it. I think in more recent times I have become too earthbound, even in my dreams. Is that a metaphor? I wonder why we do think of sorrow as "weighing us down".