Fishing makes us less the hostages to the horrors of making a living.
When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought
Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.
I seek the substantial in life.
Perhaps when we die our names are takenfrom us by a divine magnet and are freeto flutter here and there within the bodies of birds.I'll be a simple crowwho can reach the top of Antelope Butte.(From: Hard Times)
Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.