Homer, The Guide, 1895
We fish rest quietly, on all sides supported, within an element which all the time accurately and unfailingly evens itself out. An element which may be said to have taken over our personal experience, regardless of individual shape and whether we be flat fish or round fish, our weight and body and calculated according to the quantity of our surroundings which we displace. We run no risks. For our changing of place in existence never creates, or leaves after it, what man calls a way, upon which phenomenon -- in reality no phenomenon but an illusion -- he will waste inexplicable passionate deliberation. Man, in the end, is alarmed by the idea of time, and unbalanced by incessant wanderings between past and future.