The question, rain is to fish as what is to us? bothers me. Is it as lightning, wind, bombs? Maybe it is like miracles, or nightmares. Who can say what it is we live in? Please, discuss the question—rain is to fish as what is to us— and consider: though it may seem abstract and not worth the fuss, we don’t know until we answer, in a way that’s at least plausible, the question, “Rain is to fish as what is to us?” what it is we swim through, and breathe in through unseen spiracles.
What, the world doesn’t revolve around me? says the world in disbelief, and in that disbelief—which, retained, is called ignorance—there is clearly something true. ———————For overhead circles the strong old sun, keeping a stiff watch against the distant fire-ridden dark.
Image: detail from Glittering Sea, Hiroshi Yoshida, 1926, woodblock color print on paper, Inland Sea Series
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