I was a fish of the vasty deep. Alone on beds of coral and pearl I used to take my sleep. Until one day I climbed up high and filled my lungs with air -- now I cannot dive at all except into despair. I prayed to God, "Assist my way! I long to know Your depths -- if only for this bulb of air this cursèd gasp of breath." How can nothing keep me from Something? This air inside me is not me but binds me just as well. So God answered and poked me good to save me from my hell.