Lessons from My Fish Tank, 1
If a fish tries to understand the concept, reality or possible benefits of dryness, the fish will only be able to do so in terms of the corruption of its own reality.
Why? Because the fish has never experienced anything, except in water.
And so with progressivism to a conservative Republican in Wyoming,
or conservatism to a liberal Democrat in western Washington,
or racism to one who has known only white privileges,
or the horrors common to people of all races, to one who sees everything only through a racial lens,
or struggles unique to women, to one who has known only male privileges,
or struggles unique to men, to one who sees everything only through a feminist lens,
or education to one with a habitually lazy brain,
or overwhelming mystery to a professional academic,
or the freedom to lovingly serve, to one who has known only bondage,
or the maturity of persevering commitment, to one who has known only self-indulgence in the guise of "freedom,"
or appetite run wild, to one with unusual self-control,
or non-alcohol fun, to an alcoholic,
or the possibility of an unflattering truth, to one who punishes all offenses real or imagined,
or an honest compliment to a child in a cruel home,
or genuine empathy to a malignant narcissist,
or our commonly shared Human Tragedy to one who routinely thinks "you don't know what it is like to ___ [suffer like I have]." (Fill in the blank.)
There is only one way out of such ignorance traps:
To die, literally and completely, to the environment that falsely feels like life itself, and then to literally and completely rise from the dead.
Or to cling ferociously to the only One who has truly done so.



