Formico
Bluelighter
Where to start. Being a fish I'm not used to using words. Probably with my mouth. It seems like the place which I think about most. My eyes see mostly side to side. I can see my company next to me. Since they both look the same there is never much confusion. When one gets closer suddenly and another further away, I know I need to turn with the school. In the brighter parts I can see further and see the school. But my mouth is what I mostly think about. That and my body. The pressure inside me. My mouths tastes so many things, and there must be something special about my mouth, because it gets hot and cold, often times hotter when it's brighter. I thought that maybe my eyes and mouth were somehow related for a while, but then I hit a bit of an awareness limit if you will.
Sometimes I'm not in the school. Mostly I am though. I feel safer in the school. I know where to turn. Once I saw my companion get eaten, and the whole school became frenzied. I felt panicky at that moment, because the school wasn't giving me any proper direction. And worse, the chaos made it more difficult to see the danger. I wondered if I'd be next.
Still, it's safer in the school. Sometimes some really good bait appears in the brighter parts. We all know of the legends of the brighter parts. That sometimes big fat slippery worms just float there, really close to the bright. And they don't even try to run away. So how could I resist when I saw it. I saw one of my friends go rocketing up into the big, bright with the treasure in his mouth. He must have gone to the place where the big, juicy worms live. So I had no reservations. I went for it. Some of the other fish like to lurk in the dark where my mouth becomes cold. They mustn't have ever seen the bright. Why does my mouth become cold in there? It must be related to my eyes!! But who am I to judge. Well, I've a hold of that big, fat worm now. It's getting so bright. There's this sharp sting in my mouth though. Hmmm. It must be the bright.
(Sorry if this story is a transparent analogy of religion...I'm drunk.)
Sometimes I'm not in the school. Mostly I am though. I feel safer in the school. I know where to turn. Once I saw my companion get eaten, and the whole school became frenzied. I felt panicky at that moment, because the school wasn't giving me any proper direction. And worse, the chaos made it more difficult to see the danger. I wondered if I'd be next.
Still, it's safer in the school. Sometimes some really good bait appears in the brighter parts. We all know of the legends of the brighter parts. That sometimes big fat slippery worms just float there, really close to the bright. And they don't even try to run away. So how could I resist when I saw it. I saw one of my friends go rocketing up into the big, bright with the treasure in his mouth. He must have gone to the place where the big, juicy worms live. So I had no reservations. I went for it. Some of the other fish like to lurk in the dark where my mouth becomes cold. They mustn't have ever seen the bright. Why does my mouth become cold in there? It must be related to my eyes!! But who am I to judge. Well, I've a hold of that big, fat worm now. It's getting so bright. There's this sharp sting in my mouth though. Hmmm. It must be the bright.
(Sorry if this story is a transparent analogy of religion...I'm drunk.)
