"Many go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.” —Henry David Thoreau Summer has come and gone, slowly bleeding into fall as today has fallen into night, providing ample opportunity for my mind to wonder and wander. Fishing, like the days and the seasons, is bound to the passage of time, a never ending cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Sitting here by the lake under a nearly full moon, bound to its own cycle, and surrounded by a choir of crickets, I am practically drowning in metaphors.
Just saw you on Libertarian Podcast Review. Also love the Thoreau quote to open this piece!