In my travels, some have asked: ‘why do you fish when often there are no fish? Why do you walk those long trails of sand to fish all the skinny waters and vast swollen estuaries, only to fail?’
To which I pause, reflect and reply:
“Fail? No, not fail. For standing before a shimmering sea with ones back to the land, all existence tends to fade into a timeless moment that knows no past nor future – just the time in your hand. It is above all others, the nourishment of the soul and it is time on the water.”
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