Sitting on the beach I just watched a boat go by in the distance. People fishing from the boat. A woman just tossed her line into the water. Some shiny bait. The ocean is so vast. Billions (trillions?) of sea creatures just swimming right along browsing for something to eat. I’m curious how a fish can fall for the “bait on a hook” trick. I guess they’re just always hungry and not very suspicious or discriminating as long as it looks tasty. I imagine myself in a world where I’m just walking along, in my neighborhood, dum-de-dum. And I round a corner and there’s a picnic table with a Five Guys bag on it. Nobody around. I check out the bag. It has a fresh hot cheeseburger inside. Still nobody around. I should be suspicious. But it smells so good. I imagine I would eat the burger. Then I might get snatched up in some snare and transported to some ocean in the sky where I drown. And then I’m eaten (though I’m unaware of that part).
Bait! It all makes sense.
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