“You need to know what is in the water, with your rod and line and skill, you must know, you are burning to know. The water is everything, it is the source of all abundance. But when you cast your line you secretly sense that your lure is landing not in the water, but in yourself, and in the sky.

It is not in the lake you are fishing, it never was. You fish in the impossible above from which all things descend; and it is not fish you are hoping to catch, though, perhaps, they become the reflection of miraculous fortune or understanding, insight or ability.

No, it is stars you are fishing for, there in the mundane waters of earth, and this is a secret only to those who slumber in the dream of some estranged description. You need to know what is in the water. Again, and again, you send your weighted line out, into the depths… into the mystery.”

— an anonymous informant