TXH2Oman wrote:
There is a lot to know, but not a lot that cannot be known and even the unknowns can be prepared for. Usually. That’s because my work is mostly science and a little art.
Fly fishing, I think, is mostly art and a little science.
Through arduous study I can predict what a fish might want to eat, and when, and where I might find that fish, but I can’t say with any certainty whether the likelihoods will add up to a take, a hookset, and fish in hand.
Fly fishing -- like the love of a good woman, whiskey that goes down just right, and the Resurrection -- is a mystery.
It is, to my mind at least, literally unfathomable. No matter how energetically I throw myself into it, no matter how assiduously I practice its forms and no matter how many hours I devote to delving into its arcana, I will never get to the end of it.
I find this more comforting than frustrating. It gives me permission to live in this moment and I can anticipate that I will run out of days before I run out of delightful discoveries.
Outstanding words of life's philosophy