Did you know that some dead Pope, whose name I can't remember, decided to skip the year 666 AD because of the importance assigned to that number in the Book of Revelations?
Did you know that another Pope, whose name is equally forgettable to me, did the same thing in the year 1666 AD? (Did they think they could fool the Devil into thinking he had slept through an entire year!? Or did they just want to earn brownie points with the Big Guy?)
The fish obviously don't care what year it is, only what time of year it is. Time to eat herring. Time to spawn. Time to go taunt and tease those surely looking guys with big sticks in their hands....
Time is an abstraction to us big stick holders. We percieve an hour has gone by, but unless we have the agreement of at least one other participant in the illusion, there's no way to be sure! So much depends on preception.
Aldous Huxley was once asked for his
perceptions on the topic of time and space
(Sometime around the Apollo mission to the moon).
His answer:
"There certainly seems to be a lot of it!"Don't know what relevence that has, only that it makes me laugh.
Time!
Eight hours on the water on a good day can seem like nothing more than the single heartbeat of a caddis fly.
Eight hours in the office with your boss can seem like the slow creep of continents... and STILL the clock reads 10:34 AM.
How many times have you been in bed, certain it been an hour ("God, it has to have been an hour. I'm so tired!") -- only to hear from your wife or girlfriend that it's been 15 minutes? ;-) Anyway, thanks to a couple of dead Popes it's technically only 1997 and I have another two full years before I turn 30, so here's what I suggest we all do:
Call in sick to work Monday morning and drive to Connecticut leaving tonight. I hear the fish are plentiful and they all left their calendars in Maryland.tight lines,
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