Specific Ocean

Maybe by chance, being born to an environment, an ever evolving manipulation, just might have been waiting for us. In other words, a predestination, a pre-planned existence, one designed and destined to control our every desire, through subtle guidance and disguise. A world within a world, owned and controlled by others we’ve never seen, or learned about, been educated toward. Just as a fish, being born of the water in which he lives, never suspects the possibility of a world without it. If he had even the capability of wonder and consciousness, could we even comprehend he’d understand such a thing? Would he in fact believe there was more than just the bowl in which he was born to? Would he understand that concept of water and air, detrimental to his survival?