I see it is Fishing Friday, again. Remember what I say then, as you all gather around the tides. The sea is not a place one goes to fish. The sea is a mouth that knows what it will swallow and when. The line you cast is hardly enough tribute for the tides. Had I been the sea, I would see it as a grave insult. You take without providing, don't you? Though, the hook was set long before your hand touched the reel. You mistake the tug for a struggle. You call it a sport that tests patience, and even luck. But the water knows the shape of each creature that lies beneath its calm surface. It knows which hands will return empty, and which boats will not. Destiny is not a net. Destiny is the tide. And you, of course, are already in it. Happy fishing. I hope you find what you're looking for.
The sea is a mouth and my rod is a rod. Too true. #FishingFriday.
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