||For a long time [after orbiting the Earth four times and splashing down in the ocean, while waiting to be rescued] I looked at nothing but sky and sea. I saw a patch of Saragasso weed go drifting past. Then I noticed a black fish about 18 inches long hanging around near the raft. He was friendly and tame as a chicken and so close I could have reached out and grabbed him. But I didn't because that might have hurt him, and at the time he was my only friend.
||astronaut US United States American history Zen