In this way, we are faced with an unsolved problem - what kind of living method is called "life"? Are there rules in life? Are there any rules to follow? When fishing, keep in the range of ten o'clock to two o'clock, and throw the line in quarter beat rhythm. Is it a rule or a rule? Paul believes that it is completely a rule, the rule is to be followed, and the rule is to live, but it is just "living", simple and boring, like counting the grains of sand in the hourglass, it is definitely not "life"! "Life" is to break the rules. Life is passionate and publicized, and it is the process of creating art.
So Paul would rush down the waterfall with passion and give his life to the rapids without the slightest hesitation. Because of this, he always thought that he would eventually walk out of the forest and rush to the outside world with the Big Blackfoot River. It should be Paul who fluttered. But he chose to stay, in this peaceful mountain village, in this traditional family that believes in God and insists on making oatmeal for breakfast. For him, is this life or just living?
Why stay?
In Paul's eyes, life is a process, and there must be a goal ahead. Making himself a professional fly angler is his realistic goal, and making his life an art is his ultimate philosophy. Art is difficult and lonely, and more importantly, art is completely self, completely proud, too proud to disdain whether outsiders understand it or not, and self must disdain a little intervention from outsiders.
When Paul chose art, he chose himself. He was soberly aware that he had everything he needed in this small mountain village - friends, love and a big river. He stayed in the mountain village to shape his own art of life. He can resist the gift of God, he can refuse to eat the oatmeal that has become the rule, just because he "doesn't like it"; he can fly over waterfalls just to have his name spread in every corner of the town; he can be a woman and a child Known as a "fishing reporter", only because he loves fishing so deeply; he can be enemies all over the world, just for his beloved Indian girl; he can openly drink in the office despite Prohibition, just because he hasn't seen each other for a long time brother; myself! Own! That's such an ego man, such an arrogant fellow!
Therefore, we can see that he did not use the "four-time rhythm in the range of ten o'clock to two o'clock" to cast the line by the big river he loved, but used the "shadow fishing method" to catch the fisherman With yourself as the axis, draw a large ellipse on the top of your head, reverse the line, and guide the line low and strong in the direction of the current, so that the fly fishing again flies over the water to cast the line. God, this man has to focus on himself even fishing! His father's traditions, the core of God, were all broken by him, and what he got was when the Macklin father and son were fishing together for the last time, they showed the perfect skill of shadow fishing and won the title of genius. He achieved ideals and art, achieved the meaning of life in his mind, and saw the most beautiful moment of life.
However, just like all great and extraordinary artists will eventually embark on the collapse and destruction of self. As the ultimate goal of life is reached, the drive for self-fulfillment becomes the drive for self-destruction: gambling and alcoholism represent the coming of destruction. In the casino, he growled at his brother who was trying to help him: "It's my own debt, mine! Mine! ok?" I think what he was trying to say was, "This is my life, mine! Mine!", proud and egotistical man, he even refused to say "please help me" when this was his only chance, he was so arrogant as to say "please help me", ashamed to show One's own helplessness, this is the proud side of art, the self-side of art.
Pastor McLean believes that with his fly fishing method, he can experience the rhythm of God's creation of life and the beauty of life, but he may understand that it is not art. Under this kind of education, Paul and Norman faced life and chose two different ways - Paul chose to live art, and Norman chose to live correctly.
Beautiful doesn't mean right, just as right doesn't mean beautiful. Beauty is the crystallization of art, so Paul was so crazy, he lived his life like art, flying in the surging waves of the big river; Norman was so rational, because he knew: life is not art, that moment will not last, so he will Live your life like a rule, correct and plain. However, what Norman will never understand is that no matter what life is, life will not last long, but beauty will, life beautiful because of art, can last as long as a river.
Norman did nothing wrong, his life was like his father, like the quiet forest, silent forever and ever until it died; Paul did nothing wrong, his life was like himself, like the never-ending Stop the rushing river, no longer stop in any place but live forever.
We are only ourselves because of art, we are only proud of life. We just leave in a hurry for the immortality of the soul.
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