..then the fish became confused because of thinking about moving and
swimming, and he suddenly had an anxiety paroxysm, and thought that he
had forgotten how. At that moment he looked down and saw the yawning chasm
of the ocean depths, and he was terrified that he would drop.
Then he thought: "If I could catch hold of my tail in my mouth, I
could hold myself up." And so he curled himself up and snapped at his tail.
Unfortunately, his spine wasn't quite supple enough, so he missed.
As he went on trying to catch hold of his tail, the yawning black
abyss below became ever more terrible, and he was brought to the edge of a
total nervous breakdown.
The fish was about to give up, when the ocean, which had been watching
with mixed feelings of pity and amusement, said, "What are you doing?"
"Oh," said the fish, "I'm terrified of falling into the deep dark
abyss, and I'm trying to catch hold of my tail in my mouth to hold myself up."
So the ocean said, "Well, you've been trying that for a long time now, and
you still haven't fallen down. How come?"
"Oh, of course, I haven't fallen down yet," said the fish, "Because,
because -- I'm swimming!"
"Well," came the reply, "I am the Great Ocean, in which you live
and move and are able to be a fish, and I have given all of myself to you
in which to swim, and I support you all the time you swim. But here you
are, instead of exploring the length, breadth, depth, and height of my
expanse -wasting your time pursuing your own end."
From then on, the fish put his own end behind him -where it belonged-
and set out to explore the Great Ocean.