The fishbowl is all that is or ever was or ever will be. Life beyond the fishbowl is the opiate of the guppies.
A fishbowl is made of water and glass and bubbles—billions upon billions of bubbles.
The bottom of the tank is the shore of the cosmic aquarium. On this shore we’ve learned most of what we know. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can’t, because the aquarium is also within us. We’re "made" of starfishy stuff. We’re a way that a fishbowl can know itself.
The journey for each of us begins here. We’re going to explore the fishbowl in a ship of the imagination, unfettered by ordinary limits on glass and steel, drawn by the music of the cosmic bubbles.