The Theory of Everything... Fishing

By analysing reality to high levels of synthesis, cool games are being created.

Such as rock-climbing… or fishing.

Through that, relevant segments of living get elevated at the degree of pure art.

Purist, ludic expressions of synthesised life.

Pills.

Sure, some will focus on their synthetic aspect too much, failing to understand why something not meant to feed, clothe or shelter, might be anything but the abuse of nature for nothing. For a kick. Those materialistic dupes, who usually know nature from behind a computer screen, or through the distorted lenses of some Lala Land, are the kind of hominids who eat chicken-legs-only while advocating against animal cruelty. Are the dupes who believe their sole meaning in life is to feed their irrelevant, therefore depressing, little existences by converting beautiful living beings into plastic and shit, using opioids to maintain an illusion of sanity, so they can continue doing that, for no reason at all.

But I’m talking here about the art of living, not the collapse of reality behind human ignorance and hypocrisy.

I’m talking about the point where living gets synthesised into a symphony of symbols performed by the aficionados. A game played between its intimate connoisseurs and Nature – I wanted to say God, to better make my point but I didn’t want to scare you, because as a ‘Lesbian Vampire Killers’ fan I need to hold my bearings and preserve a certain level of socially acceptable, even demanded, atheism. Or at least agnosticism. But, back to our games…

It’s a game played between life aficionados and Mother Nature.

At that point, at that magical moment in the space-time continuum where accurate theories are catching-up with reality, where the Infoverse touches the Information Expressed in matter, outstanding fish are being caught and measured to be experienced, only to be released shortly after - marking the ludic nature of art. Releasing such beautiful wonders of nature will crown the moments worth documenting; therefore, we’ll do it with pride and honour, respecting our partners as we want Mother Nature to respect us back – using God here would’ve been too much, I know.

I’m talking here about superbly powerful rainbow trouts jumping to trap the sunlight in radiant battle colours, or marlins illuminating with their alien phosphorescent-blues, advertising eagerness to fight to the death.

In moments like that, I see, and understand, myself as the top predator in the ecosystems where I hunt. My fishing spots!

Secret fishing spots. Secrets I keep from my fellow man not because of pride or selfishness, but to honour them as special jewels Nature allowed to me after years of trying and failing.

At arrival, birds will advertise the danger that I am, and all the living souls will freeze, aware. “The human has arrived!” No tiger brings more danger and challenges, or keen-eye to make the beauty and symmetry official, actual. The river, where I belong as a being, will open dei arms and salute my presence, as only a loving mother would. And can. A goddess I bow my head and salute every time we meet.

Mountains will shelter my tired body and sing me to sleep, while bushes will hide me in their shadows… so I can prepare my strike. The wind will break the surface of the water, so the window between our worlds can be blurred, so we can­­­­­ hide my presence until is too late for my prey.

We work as One or we don’t work at all.

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(to be continued)