I was staring at fish swimming around in a small space in a glass tank as I waited for takeaway food in a small restaurant.  I don’t think they were for cooking, but aesthetics.  Some were silver, some red, and with flowing filmy trailings on their fins. Pretty.  Entrancing.  I wondered what they were doing, circling

, suspended, searching, looking, sucking in sustenance.  I wondered, are we like that?  In our lives?  That petty?  Our lives?

Only if we set our confinements as narrow as those fish find themselves in.  We have oceans to explore.