Swimming downstream requires zero ego and genuine disdain for anything resembling true effort, let alone valor. More deft and disciplined fish demonstrate superiority by opting for the rigors of shimmying against the natural flow of current, evolving their way up the lazy river there to lay an egg for literary posterity. You see them depicted in illustrations on damaged cans of cat food and in compromised poses within murals etched on the walls of caves discovered beneath at least two of the world's least understood oceans, The Baltic and Caspian Seas. Regal, self assured yet never quaint, these noble creatures of the deep embody all that is good in Omega E and sub-brilliant literature, unlike the common leach that chooses to float virtually through a life of letters, riding with the natural direction of any randomly opted-for aquatic mechanism rather than taking it on as an aesthetic adversary.