An affable fable

A group of monkeys are monkey-seeing and monkey-doing one fine day, on the branches and twigs of a big tree of life, doing whatever they think they are doing. There are babies and children of them, adolescents, fathers, mothers, and also senior members of the monkeydom. Down below, barely a stone-throw away, is a small and rather opaque pond, a perfect habitat of the fish and other watery creatures that are swimming about, in solitude or congregation. Occassional bubbles of air that the animals breathe out go up and burst on the surface as they emerge. Some members of the fishdom make occassional gasping for fresh air. As it happens, there are always monkeys that never see such fish. A few of them do, but consider it just a matter of course. A number of them are aware of the existence of the fish and other beings in that water and spend a great many hours brooding how these creatures can possibly live there. Still, some insist there is nothing alive down there. And the same string of phenomena also occurs among the fish. There are always fish that have never seen the noisy animals above all their lives. There are some who have, but do think of nothing else except that is just the way it is. Some are aware of the existence of the monkeys outside water and spend many a days wondering how they can survive without water. Then the night falls in regardless what all the animals that we are, think or otherwise. Similar questions we will question as soon as the sun rises tomorrow.