This winter, my son and I learned to tie fishing flies under the tutelage of a fish-fly-tying instructor. (Obscure, but a profession nonetheless!) It was definitely a new experience for both of us. During my first few classes—as I carefully wrapped miniscule hooks repeatedly with fine thread—something felt nonsensical about the whole endeavor. At one point (perhaps when our instructor was fawning over his prodigious collection of colorful lures), I had a revelation that led me to write this piece.
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