The voyage home a liquid zoetrope of many many different fishes. And what is home Dagwood? Where you live how you feel with what or whom you surround yourself or don't?

There were kind cruel fish and vast small fish and lost found fish and sad glad fish; he had his fin badly gnawed one occasion; starved in the belly of a whale; fell in love with a fish he could not have (for how to embrace an electric eel?). And all he surveyed was his while in the starving cold vacuum beneath the ledge Glub feasted terrified eyes and ears on The Oracle's poisons.

Word reality and video bodies.

Glub who looked at him with varying measures of surprise and barely veiled suspicion. So you're back, he said his eyes asquint. I thought you'd been devoured by the horde.

I'd like to say I've seen it all, said Dag (who evidently hadn't been devoured). He would have liked to be glad to be back and to say so, but the glimpse of euphoria he had nurtured when gliding down over the ledge was failing fast.

The whole world's going down the pan, said Glub. Oh zealous are the creatures past the ledge.

Dagwood sighed.

Religion, Dagwood, really is the cause. I believe the end is on its way and soon below the ledge we'll bear the brunt. They lie secreted ready to erupt. Our way of life will never be the same. They've all got lasers hidden in their gills.

That's just not so Glub, listen to me please! It sure is huge and yes there's them that kill and them that plot and scheme and do no good. But there's beauty and there's kindness up there too.

Glub did not compute: his eyes went all blank dull glazed like a switched off TV screen. Robbed of his zeal for life.

The Oracle gives takes everything nothing.

Religion, Dagwood, really is the cause. I believe the end is on its way and soon below the ledge we'll bear the brunt. They lie secreted ready to erupt. Our way of life will never be the same. They've all got lasers hidden in their gills.

And without further ado, Dagwood turned and sailed back up past the ledge to leave his friend alone in the vacuum: afraid of a world he had never seen.