A non – fisherman on fishing and life.

Before I begin, you should know that I come up with the title of this blog after I completed it, sorry, finished it with adequacy relative to my intelligence, because I’ll never complete anything. Nobody completes anything. You’re ignorant, irrational, naive to think so. I finished a book today. It was interesting. A man named Ernest Hemingway wrote said book: “Old man and the sea”. In said book he wrote a tall tale of a man becoming one with himself through catching a fish and all the trials and tribulations that come with doing so. He begs the question that we’re nothing more than the fish, perhaps the fish is wiser, we’re just more well equipped. After all, everyone has had that groundbreaking idea that puts themselves above everyone else, they just might not have had the certain tools in their life at that moment to execute the monumental idea; so isn’t that just like a fish? A fish could know well and good how to defeat us, he could be wiser than us, but the tools he has been given by whatever it is that created him: natural order, god – who gives a fuck –  have not bestowed him the wealth of a tool a human possesses. He, the fish, is left with nothing but himself and his wit; we humans are left with nothing but ourselves and everyone else’s wit. I beg of you to go out and catch a fish on your own terms without technology, to say fishing rods, nets, radars, boats; I want you to swim and catch a fish with your bare hands, no trickery, no bait, just what you were born with – what a fish lives with – what they were given. Now that would be fair; we both, the fish and I, essentially my equal, are using what we were originally given in an arena. Which is fair, is it not? However, using everyone one else’s ideas, and our natural evolution, the evolution that the great wise marlin never had the opportunity to partake in, is an unfair contest; so to think that a fish can put up a fight – or even succeed  – in defeating a human at a game the human himself conceived, is already baffling, and something we should admire; but now imagine a fish was as wise as a human, which he is, but he was given the same tools we were from the outset. Imagine how evolved they would be; they can already defeat us using their bare boned inheritance; never lone having evolution at their disposal. Laugh at me, or with me, but they could be humaning us from the sea from our boats – turning everything we know upside down, make us the sea to their land. Fucked if I know though, nobody does, because this didn’t happen, perhaps for a reason, a reason that at least until this day hasn’t been revealed to our simple selves. Perhaps we should call it naturalism and think no more, maybe call it a day at the same time – think no further, you know? Because I mean why think about what matters when there are so many more interesting things in the world to see and do? Well, to me, thinking about the relevance of all these more interesting things to do and see, is, in actual fact, an interesting thing to do. But I digress. Back to the marlin and the man that wrote about the Marlin. Maybe it was so we could fish the fish instead of them humaning the humans because for some unknown, baffling reason, we are born into some kind of higher self importance than that of the marlin, which is ironic, because I don’t know if the marlin feels he is more important than us, maybe he knows, sorry, thinks – he was born to be hunted. We were born to die, just ask Lana Del Ray. So why is it so hard to imagine a fish has a deeper sense of feeling than that of being used as tool for our appetite. Do you think the marlin thinks that he deserves spears to the cheek and 3 day battles at sea just so a human can prove he transcended defeat and destruction in the face of adversity? Fuck no. Put yourself in the Marlins scales, see what I did there; you’re in his scales now, you deserve to be free, and as a human you can relate to the marlin, because freedom is the pre conceived human condition, so why do we feel like we’re obligated to fish them, effectively becoming a net to their freedom, when we would feel so strongly against a fish or a shark humaning for us. Why does freedom as a people, stop at people? I’m not saying saying I don’t think fish should be hunted, fuck, I cook salmon every night at work, we dress it up to be some kind of beautiful thing, but realistically you’re just consuming your equal, in make up, to make yourself feel better about consuming it, in order to nourish yourself. Which rings true to natural order. We are moving appetites, no more than a shark is. Argue it all you want. Feel more superior than that, go ahead, do it, but ultimately it’s true no matter how well formed your excuse is. Sure we have diverse appetites. Appetites for money, drugs, sex, material things in general – or in the traditional sense food. All in all though, it’s an appetite that needs to be filled. So we hunt the marlin. And the marlin hunts lesser things than it to fill its appetite. Don’t feel bad. We were born with pre requisites for a reason – reasons we don’t know. Don’t question it too much though, you may find the answer and deter yourself from ever wanting to fill your appetite again, and where does that leave you? Dead is where.. I suppose at least that way you can say you finished something…more than I can say. But you never really finish anything, you endure through pain and hardship, to reach the end and hope you’ve learnt enough to give adequately to your apprentice, whoever or whatever that may be. And they live on, pass on, as you live on and pass on with them. You didn’t finish, you endured defeat and destruction, one of the most admirable things a person can achieve.