Contrary to what you may be thinking, this isn’t some
mindless drivel.
It’s real life … well, in
a fashion.
I’ve mentioned before that I
have the good fortune to live on a small lake, and I often like spending time
just watching.
We have a lot of birds,
including eagles and ospreys, and they like their fish.
The eagles are quite graceful, spotting their
prey from up on high, then effortlessly soaring down to just above the water
where they reach their talons in and catch a fish while still on the fly.
The osprey, on the other hand, are totally
ungraceful.
They spot their prey from
way up high, and then unceremoniously circle down like a wounded World War II
plane that’s been shot down, and then they just belly-flop smash into the
water.
And that’s how they get their
fish.
It was after watching this several times that I started
thinking about it from the fish’s perspective.
I don’t know if they have any sense of consciousness whatsoever. But if they do, do they have any sense that the
watery world in which they live isn’t the entire sum-total of reality? Because if they don’t, a bird crashing into
their world from outside of it would seem a lot like the title of this post.
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Ahem, here’s Hem with Our
Duncan Funk Song of the Day.
Artist: Hem
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