I fly fish not to escape the world, but to see how truly pure the world can be

I fly fish not to escape the world, but to see how truly pure the world can be. To acknowledge the similarities within the river bed, to that of the human race. Every stone, every pebble a different shade and size. All linked to one another, teeming with life in every crack and crevice far and wide. All holding stead fast against the currents of time, changing with the flows and challenges that come our way. In reality dependent and supporting one another, although it is not always seen or recognized. Giving as much as we receive from our surroundings, in an infinite struggle to swim up stream. Facing trials, errors, life and death, all rendered from forces beyond our control. The river calls to those who will stop and listen, it will teach the life lessons we can bring forth to society. It will baptize you with all it's glory, changing the heart of stone deep within a man. To a purer  transcendentalized individual, who will no longer wilt to the masses. No longer fault his own beliefs, but rise from the depths. To receive the gift from above that the sky has to offer.