Oscar, whose effort in this great endeavour was simply to go along for the ride, mused to himself that life was good, and he wondered if he raised his paw with claws outstretched if some jumping fish might simply be caught mid flight, some sort of feline drive through takeaway fast food, and relentlessly Chasing-Life, drove the oar deeper and deeper, all but silently save for the ripple and the dripping water, and he knew that this journey was freedom, for he had thought that this was a journey into freedom, but now here in this chiming forest stream he knew that freedom was the journey, not the destination, and a deep interior smile and and inner peace arose, and he lifted up his heart.