The Bass In All Of Me

Catch a fish in the afternoon and eat it for dinner.  There is something primal of Eden in that.   The fish has become part of me, I am now more me and a different me because my body is capable of transforming a fish into me.  The same is true of beauty and here is the proof.  I am writing this because I caught a fish and was taken by its beauty.  Therefore, I am writing about being different as a result of the beauty of the bass.  Whoever is pulling all these strings to make me, me, is worthy of worship. 

Thanks to Nick and Peggy Korn, Betty and I
had a wonderful Sabbath afternoon.