I'm brimming with this so here's another weird analogy: I know a great deal of older men that like to go fishing. They often don't really catch anything, and really don't care about catching the big ones, or bringing anything home. There is a whole array of motivations one might come up with. You could say it's just a bunch of men trying to get away from their wives. Or stressed out workers escaping the city life to find peace in nature. Or repressed patriarchs who need an excuse to spend some quality time and talk real with their friends. While these might all simultaneously be true to some extent, I don't think that's the reason. I think it's much easier. They just love fishing, and everything involved: Long periods of silence, the sound of the water, sitting in chairs occasionally sipping on a drink, the patience involved, the skill in throwing out a rod, the crafting and experimenting with various baits and so forth. It's the whole experience. It sounds silly to say people go fishing just to have silence, or to sit in uncomfortable plastic chairs, but it's all part of it. It shapes the experience. In life it is as with fishing: You just throw out the bait and sit back. You're not here for the fish, but to fish. Having the shiniest bait or the best technique may be helpful, but it doesn't guarantee anything will bite. The waters are chaotic, and so are the laws of attraction. Both between humans and between us and anything else. Things unfold at spectacular pace, chain reactions, causal chains, yet barely visible for fisherman looking into what seems like clear, still waters. Often we only grasp in retrospect what really happened with us and the world. As things unfold utterly irrespective of us in ways we cannot understand, we just have to flow along and notice when something bites.