The cove of solitude and the corn on the cob

I have it, plain in my vision, a cove where waves lash ashore with ease. It is someplace I know and have been to, had food from and watched little ones being taught fishing. That was where I thought life begins again. Man teaching his children to fish rather than just to eat. To know where what we eat comes from and how important it is to appreciate the effort to have brought mankind to a position in life where he doesn’t worry about acquiring the next meal by preparing to hunt.

Of course we hunt, we hunt for money and maybe for moneyed people. That’s pathetic. We must learn to fish, we must learn to find our own money. No one method to it but honesty and sincerity are two values that can keep it steady.

Published by EssenceofPresence

The usual human being with an unusual taste for life

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