You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
My big fish must be somewhere.
Anyone can be a fisherman in May.
There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you.
It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.
Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?
