My momma has drunk water in years, and David Foster Wallace died of suicide.
There were these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says,
“Morning, boys, how’s the water?”
And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes,
“What the hell is water?”
“The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance…”