
I was under the stars, like a fish is under water.
I was under the stars, like a fish is under water.
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat’ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Rupert Brooke‘s poem Heaven
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. It’s their way of falling.
Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.
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