For those who have never heard the story, it goes like this:
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is water?”
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Alternatively the same sentiment has been expressed as the three great mysteries:
Water to the fish…
Air to the bird…
Human beings to themselves….
At this point, you might ask, what any this has to do with this site. It’s simple, we humans are a mystery to ourselves and that’s what this is all about.
Who am I and what gives me the authority to be so bold as to suggest I’m qualified and competent to write on these issues? I claim no such thing, however, during discussions and conversations over the years, many have bugged me to share what I have to say in writing and I have finally succumbed to their pressure. Only you can determine whether I have anything to say of value.
Enjoy…