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O, I dipped my hands in that warm salt water and raised them to my face dripping to lick them clean of the so delicious delicous salt water.

After completing the act over the kitchen sink so that the water (and the salt) would not escape me, I looked out the glass the window. It was out there a rainbow! I took this to be a sign.

I am an ichthyologist. I do not study ichthys. I study fish. To be more specific I study a secret fish. But let's play a game: you can guess what fish I study and I will study it. So throughout the days I study fish for the money from the government which funds me because they too want to know about the fish that I study (the name of this fish is a secret between me and the government). While secretly they do not know what the fish's name is either.

But names don't mean that I can't tell you what what the species of this O so mythical fish is. But I will not because it's a fish, and deserves a measure of privacy, as do all of God's living things. And fish are alive in a very peculiar way.

One day I was studying this fish and it escaped from me into the ocean. I cannot escape into the ocean to follow (I am easily overwhelmed by salt and cannot swim in it). So I told my brother: "O brother I entreat you! Please enter yonder ocean and recapture this fish that kinda got away from me." As you can imagine I was nervous to reveal my failure and I looked at my feet, the ankles of which were folding over each other, and I said it all in the most quiet of quiet of voices. This brother of mine, he only laughed at me. Now you can understand my nervousness, because he is a cruel brother. He never bought me birthday presents, for one thing.

Thankfully the fish got lonely in the ocean and escaped back to me. It spoke to me in soothing tones and eased my pain. I hugged the fish close to me through the tank, careful not to spill the crystalline liquid o which sustains this fish of mine.