One never recovers from a journey into wilderness. I was vitalised with clear missions; yet, disorientated in terms of my hitherto enduring personal philosophy. I knew all things were a construct of the mind; yet, my mind had constructed in Fishman something that knew me before I knew myself.

Through my obsession with this creature, I discovered the power of silence. I discovered the power of advocacy. I discovered a discovery. I endured scepticism armed with nothing more than human testament. I attracted as believers people who value imagination as much as knowledge. I aggravated as detractors people who have been suffocated by reason. I repelled in twitches scientists who had lost their sense of wonder.