Who has been fishing knows the very special kind of a catch, or rather, a near-catch. It is the Lightfish. When you throw in your line, you can see a silvery golden flash next to the ripples circling your float. Next thing you know, the float sinks about half a meter, then pops up to the surface with absolutely nothing left of the bait. Sometimes the hook and the sinker are gone as well.
You bait another hook, throw it in and see the flash, maybe feel a tug and pull up and empty line. This can go on three-four times, until either a cloud covers the sun or there is a bass barely size the hook trying to impress you. I do not know of anybody actually having caught a lightfish. I do know of many who pretend they have done so not to mention those who maintain that the talk about lightfish is just a waste of time and people should get serious and concentrate on phenomena already defined and securely fastened in the world of reliable science.
To my great surprise, I read the Dalai Lama refer to the lightfish when he was giving a speech in a meeting of buddhists and neuroscientists. To him, it was a creature brought about by one of the the four poisons, delusion. Our destructive emotions make us see what is not there and not see what is there. Instead of looking at the world as it is we are looking at the phantoms of our mind.
Now having learned the name of the lightfish, I have been able to get a closer look at it and, as could be expected, it is not a fish at all but a flash that deviates our attention from things we really do not want to see. I take my own addictive behavior as an example. When trying to figure out the motives why I changed from a loving and worshipping husband into a grumpy old man I saw the flash and changed the subject. But as I learned it was a lightfish, I could call it by the name and take a closer look, reluctantly but anyway.
It was then and there when I saw the pattern of a dependent mind that keeps on wanting more and more while getting less and less out of what he's got.
How everything can be less than nothing and silence a deafening noise.
In a flash.
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You do not think that people actually wade through all of your nonsense, do you? I suggest spending a little less time in gront of the monitor screen and
–going fishing!
Previous comment was about the nonsenseness of "Lightfish". It must be pointed out that much of literature was originally conceived -- or termed by readers -- as nonsense. Alice in Wonderland springs in mind.
In everyday life we find, normally, only routine things. When confronted with odd or seldom seen, we usually want to label them under a headline: Paranormal, Queer, Unidentified.
Using name "Lightfish" is a way to expose something hidden to people accustomed to Naming Of Things.
--duchamp
This morning 5:30 I passed by the reef of Etang Salé. There were fishermen there with their nets, wading up to the waist in the water.
I did not see one.
I do not think you can catch them with nets?
Do you think what I saw with my friend in September seven years or so ago on the seaside in Sunila near Kotka were lightfish? It was full moon giving light to the surface of the dark slate-coloured sea. Numerous very small lightnings jumped up one by one or two by two, and back into the sea again, like upside down raindrops of gold.
From your description I do think that you actualle have been witnessing a very rare pattern of Lightfish behaviour that has not been reliably documented anywhere up to now and seems to be related to the effect of the Lunar gravity on their balance organs which enables the to fly short distances.
If you remain uncertain of what you saw or whether you saw it at all but rather just dreamed it up, it is fairly justifiable to say that you were indeed looking at lightfish; as
due to their nature, nothing related to the Lightfish can ever be reliably dodumented....
cannot get the picture of golden upside down raindrops out of my head
...where do they come from and where do they go?
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