Our sages have a bizarre description of the messianic era of a land completely covered by water in which fish-like the righteous (who we all will be then) flap their wings, skimming the waves – perhaps this means, that in the choice between being bogged down, tethered and controlled… we will realize that we have wings! use the dual propulsion and deceleration of love and purpose… we ever gently rise and return. in like the birds wings and the fishes fins, constantly burst forward