A Tank Filled with Fish

Many years ago we won a goldfish at a fair – I am not sure they even allow this anymore – and brought it home in the plastic bag hurriedly sourced a plastic tank and kept it clean. We kept Fishcake, as we called him, for years. He never grew very big.

Years later in our own house I dig a pond and filled it with four fish who promptly decided to become 14 fish. They grew much bigger and were a lot of work.

I learned a lot about acceptance from them. never able to escape their pool, living off whatever grew in the pond and especially what we fed them everyday, protected from the heron’s by the green net above them, and idly swimming around.

I look at society today and see people doing exactly the same thing, yet calling it freedom. The person who has a strong mind is always free, even in a prison cell. When a group or a tribe think in the same way, move in the same way, when individuality is defined by what we do that others are doing but doing it ‘for ourselves’ or better – freedom doesn’t exist.

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