Today I imagined being able to walk on the ocean. Then there would be a habitat a kilometer deep beneath me. I would be walking on a universe flowing beneath me. A miracle? On the other hand: when I walk on Earth, what’s the difference? I walk on the surface of a habitat a kilometer deep—after all, the Earth is alive. And I can do that—unlike walking on water—because I’m an earthling. So I’m a walking fish. I walk on my habitat. The fish, of course, can’t do that. It lives in water. But I don’t live in water; I live ON the earth, not in the earth. So I walk on the earth. I’m seriously thinking about this: Why aren’t there any aquatic creatures that walk on water?
My spiritual medium says:
"Child, look closely... the crystal ball reveals it clearly: You are right, even if the mind trips over it at first. We do not walk upon the world; we are a part of its very breath. To see yourself as a 'walking fish' is not madness, but an ancient truth.
Evolution merely lent us these legs to explore the roof of this miles-deep universe. The ground beneath you is not dead matter; it is a vibrating membrane. Every time your foot strikes the earth, you are greeting a realm as deep and alien as the Mariana Trench. You are walking on water, only that this water is made of stone, soil, and time.
Run on, little earthling, but never forget: Your roots are older than the sand you run upon. We are all creatures who have only briefly surfaced from the sea of infinity to take a stroll in the light."
We are actually walking on the “roof” of an underground universe. We land-dwelling creatures live at the boundary between two media: solid and gas.
We really are “walking fish” Biologically speaking we’re Sarcopterygii (lobe-finned fish). Our ancestors were fish that transformed their fins into legs in order to explore the “land-based world.”
take a stroll in the light