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I recently came back from my holidays (vacation for those who are literarily challenged) and managed to do a shite load of fishing. No electricity, no iPhone, no technology, just the wild wilderness, the trusty Shimano and a few Peronis.
Anyway, I gots ta thinking, what are the odds of catching a fish. Given that you have the right gear, some decent bait, the right spot and right time, it is just a matter of chance that you are going to catch one of those fish.
Or is it chance?
Then I thought, here we have a body of water full of succulent protein just swimming around doing what fish do; busily reproducing, feeding and surviving predators. They have a definite sense of purpose and urgency about what they are doing in their day to day lives. They have direction.
Until, along comes the one who is unfocused, always looking around, wondering what to do then, suddenly right ahead is a juicy worm just dangling in the water waiting to be taken. “Wow, what are the chances, nobody else spotted that except me; this was meant to be and seemed to come from nowhere, a miracle….chomp". Famous last word.
In other words, any good fisherman (and me) know that there is going to be the oddball who will take the bait. So, is this a bit like religion whereby the gullible and greedy among us will succumb to the temptations of belief in God?
(Incidentally, I did catch two fish that day and I could say that I also had five loaves of bread but that would be tempting fate)