HAVE YOU EVER TRY TO SAY HELLO TO A FISH?

A fish, learn to be scared. I had the chance to meet fish that were not scared, they were curious. He would look at you, exchange some photons and eventually gets bored, as to say, nothing more to learn or gain from this.
Another fish, where man is hunting him flee at first sight out of sight. The distance out of sight differ from species to species.
The key moment is you paying attention to him. Until then you can, with slow, as slow as you can, move closer, and a little closer.
Sometimes, if you are good at pretending, looking from the corner of your eye, noticing but not focusing, you are tolerated in the field of danger space.
And then you stop. And your gaze, slowly build in communion in intensity, more and more focused attention until you say hello. You don’t ask how are you, because he is telling you.
It could be that each fish is an individual animal with some “personalities” within it’s species. But it could also be that you are different, ever so slightly with each fish, from the perception you project based sometimes on the combination of light, background, colors, temperatures, subconscious mood, and intention.
I met superstar fishes, that loved the camera, striking poses. Who hypnotized who?
Each life form has a story, a very individual story. Ask if you want to know. They will unfold, one experience shared at a time . I don’t want to detach, I want to attach “myself” to all and everything in the ocean, every drop, every creatures, from the tiny plankton to the biggest blue whale that roams the ocean.
I don’t feel like reducing everything to one, like a big bang in reverse, I like to expand, like the universe, attaching myself to more. Yes always more. Complete megalomania? Yes maybe no. I accept my natural tendencies to attach, rather than culture a discipline of detachment. I am attached to my past, I am attached to any caught present, and I welcome the future, mourning the losses, the dead reefs, the burned forest, the old man that came to drink tea but can’t because he died, the dances that still whirls in my body/mind memories, shared moments with friends, with other human beings as from the moment you share a moment are not strangers anymore. How I wish for a better memory, a memory that will let me remember every time I said, say, and will say hello to a fish, every time I said, say, and will say hello to life.