"My souls mother said sometimes people go different directions. A fish can want to help a fox, but three minutes on the shore and the fish will just suffocate. And if he doesn't suffocate than the fox will just eat him..."
Two men walked down the road on their way to the park. The park was forgetfully nudged in between the caldisacking houses at the end of the road and the park was quite small and inclusive.
At night the sparse electric lights create infinite layers of activity and often times the sounds blend in with what ever the eye senses. The winds that softly blow become inseparable from the convection and the skins grand appearance is lost in the universes grand connection. This night was a night not unlike this and as they sat and settled down to have tea the one old man rambled out the above lines about the fox and the fish.
After hearing this the other man replied;
"Does the fish see all other creatures as fish like himself?"
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your soul must be someone pretty amazing.
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