can it be

that some may look for joy, but finding it unable to see it as it is?
and within starvation, those whose faith balance upon a thin fishing line may find a fish.
mistaking it for joy, the low minded become close to the fish. Teaches him all kinds of joy samples. The fish gets aroused. Confused, because although he knows that it may be samples, it seems unfair to call it... joy.
the sea itself gave joy to the fish. he tried to explain that to the low minded. Those of which kept trying to find a definition, a word. "of course they would never find like this", thought the fish.
Time passed, and the low minded gave up trying. The fish got sad, still his mind got eased as he once again breathed the wet air from the warm seas.
The callings from the low minded still craves his tiny heart, but then, why bother?

Therefore, he had joy enough to enjoy the seas with his unexplainable advanced fish mind.

And so, fish away, mindful fishy.