You might disagree with the Church. You may see hypocrisy when you see a crucifix. You may scoff at tradition, and shun prayer. But boy... when you are thirty-five feet underwater and a school of sardines are swimming above you in perfect syncronicity, shafts of green-blue sunlight glinting off their scales making them look like a dancing galaxy of stars... you will never again deny the existence of God.
A small orange fish striped in black followed me during my whole SCUBA escapade. It swam playfully around my face, and just in front of my mask. From reef to shore. It was as though I had an escort, an underwater guardian to show me the way. It wasn't a clown fish, though.
Clown fish are chickenshits. The two that I saw stayed inside the corals.
No luck finding Spongebob or Patrick, although I think I may have seen Squidward.
Posted by glenn at March 2, 2005 07:15 AM