First the fish needs to say:
Something just ain’t right about this camel ride,
And I’m feeling so damn thirsty.
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Why am I out of the water?  What IS water?  Who is this camel I’m riding on?  What kind of life is this?  Whose idea was this anyway?  I’m dying of thirst for something. 

Wait a minute–I’m swimming in what I crave.  The Divine sustenance is the air I breath, the ground that holds me, the skin around me and the bones that hole me up.  I rest on this ride today and question nothing.